The Golden Circuit
The letter lay on the desk, its edges soft from handling, the ink of the termination notice dry and final. Elias Thorne read it twice, the words blurring into a grey smear that matched the overcast sky visible through the high windows of the actuarial office. He did not sign it. He folded it into a tight square and placed it in his breast pocket, next to the gold watch that had been his...
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