The Distant Affair
The letter from Director Halloway sat on the kitchen table, its seal broken, the ink still wet with the finality of a verdict. You read it three times, the words blurring not from tears, but from the dry, metallic taste that had coated your tongue since dawn. The dismissal was for incompetence, a polite euphemism for the fact that your hands had begun to shake, that your breath had begun to...
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