The Pale Tale
The letter lay on the desk, the ink still wet and glistening under the gaslight, and I signed it with a hand that trembled not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the pen. It was a notice of dismissal, effective immediately, and beneath the signature, the date: October 14, 1893. I had been a clerk at the Royal Mint for three years, a duration that felt less like a career and more...
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