The Distant Legend
The letter lay on the steel desk, its edges curling in the dry heat of the office. You read it twice. Mandatory retirement in three days. Your pension would be calculated based on your service record, which was clean, which was rigid, which was yours. You signed the acknowledgment form, the ink black and sharp against the white paper. Outside, the city of Harrowgate slept, but the Old Quarter...
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