The Pale Tale
The notice was on the desk, pinned under a stack of overdue invoices, the paper already yellowing at the edges where the stapler had pressed it. I read it twice, then picked up the pen and signed the bottom line, my hand steady enough to make it look like I had expected the bad news. Clara had left on a Tuesday, which was the day the delivery trucks usually rattled past the municipal building,...
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