The Distant Summer
The letter sat on the steel desk, the ink smudged where Elias Thorne’s thumb had pressed it. It was a standard Form 14-B, a request for voluntary retirement, pre-dated for the first of the month. He read the fine print again, checking the clause about medical disqualification. If he submitted it now, before the physical, he kept the pension. If he waited, the cardiologist’s report would arrive,...
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