The Golden Quest
The stamp came down with a sound like a bone breaking, the red ink bleeding into the wet paper where you had written your brother’s name. "Denied," the clerk said, not looking up, his pen scratching a line through your application for the pension of Thomas Ashworth, a man who had served the Ministry for twenty years and died in a fire that the official report called an accident. You stood in...
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