The Distant Garden
The letter lay on the desk, the paper crisp and white against the dark mahogany, and you read it three times because the words were simple enough that they should have been easy, but your eyes kept sliding off the ink as if the text were made of water. It was a notice from the Ministry of Internal Records, informing you that your preliminary assessment for the Senior Archivist pension had been...
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