The Wistful Grid
October 14. I have counted the links. There are one hundred and twelve. I have counted them three times because my hands are not steady, and the metal ticks against my knuckles like a small, cold insect. The letter from the firm arrived on Tuesday. It was three sentences long. It said my services were no longer required. It said my precision had become a liability. It said the severance would...
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