The Wistful Cipher
The document on the desk was a single sheet of heavy, cream-colored paper, the kind that absorbed ink slowly and held the weight of a decision. You read it twice, the words blurring slightly at the edges, not from the soot-stained air of the office but from the sheer, crushing gravity of the sentence that ended it: *Dismissal effective immediately, pending tribunal review.* You looked up at the...
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