The Distant Promise

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The lamp on my desk sputtered, casting a long, trembling shadow against the wall as I pressed the quill to the paper. The ink was cold, the parchment damp with the November fog that seeped through the single pane of glass. I was not writing a letter of resignation, nor a plea for mercy. I was writing the final entry in the ledger of Ward Four, the document that would secure my pension, or...

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