The Pale Meridian
The letter lay on the desk, the ink still wet, the paper brittle with age. It was a notice from the Ministry of Border Affairs, stamped with the red seal of finality. You read it twice, the words blurring behind your one good eye. Your pension was revoked. Effective immediately. The reason cited was "negligence of duty," a bureaucratic euphemism for the fact that you had failed to catch the...
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