The Faded Apartment

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The rejection letter lay on my desk, the ink still wet and smelling faintly of iron, a stark black slash across the cream stationery of the Municipal Library. I read it three times, my fingers tracing the embossed seal of the institution that had employed me for six years, feeling the grit of dust beneath my nails. Director Thorne’s signature was a jagged scrawl, dismissive of the years I had...

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