The Wistful Ashes
The form lay on the steel desk, its edges curling slightly from the damp air of the archive, and I held the pen with a grip that had long since forgotten how to release. The header read Bureau of Continuity, Oakhaven District, and beneath it, in a font so small it seemed designed to be missed, was the clause regarding Non-Compliant Termination. My mother had died three weeks ago, in the back of...
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