The Wistful Cipher
The cursor blinks on the screen, a rhythmic, sterile pulse that cuts through the gray light of the municipal records center, and you stare at it until the pixels seem to bleed into the white of your eyes, knowing that this single, persistent error code is the only thing standing between your continued employment and a public humiliation that will echo through every department in the city. You...
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