The Wistful Silence

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The form was three inches long, white, and smelled faintly of the industrial bleach used in the basement drying rooms. I held it up to the fluorescent light, my thumb resting on the signature line, waiting for the ink to dry before I could sign it over to the Head Archivist. It was a standard request for pension verification, but the final line, the one that determined whether I kept my...

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