The Distant Garden
The notice was two pages long, printed on the cheap, recycled paper that smelled of damp cardboard and old toner. Elias read it twice, his thumb tracing the line that stated his suspension would begin immediately, effective at the end of the current shift. He did not fold it. He did not put it in his pocket. He left it on the breakroom table, next to the empty coffee cup that had been there...
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