The Distant Temple
The letter from the St. Jude’s Municipal Library was printed on heavy, cream-colored stock, the kind that felt substantial in the hand, a physical weight that seemed to mock the insubstantiality of the career it threatened to dismantle. You read it twice, the ink smudging slightly under your thumb as you traced the words "restructuring" and "efficiency," then a third time, your breath shallow...
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