The Pale Path
The termination notice lay on the desk, the paper crisp and white against the dark laminate, a document that smelled faintly of toner and finality. Elias read it twice, his fingers hovering over the signature line, the inkpad waiting with the patience of a predator. He did not sign. He could not. The tremor in his right hand, a fine, persistent vibration that had started in the joints three...
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