The Wistful Crossroads

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The termination notice lay on the desk, the paper yellowed at the edges, smelling faintly of the dust that settled in this basement station. You picked it up, the texture rough and dry against your palm, and read the bold header: *Final Review of Service Conduct*. It was a standard form, the kind you had filled out for twenty-two years, but this time the box marked *Discharge* was pre-ticked....

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