The Wistful Campus
The scale in the Chief’s office weighed exactly four ounces of brass, and I watched the needle tremble as he slid my personnel file onto the pan. It tipped. Just a fraction, but enough to break the equilibrium of the room. You have served Oakhaven with distinction, Chief Halloway said, his voice dry as the dust settling on the ledgers behind him. But distinction is not stability. I stood rigid,...
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