The Golden Suspect
The letter lay on the oak desk, the ink still wet, the paper soft from the humidity of the cellar where it had been stored. It was a formal notice of suspension, signed by the council in a hand that looked cramped and angry, citing "community safety" as the sole reason for removing you from your post. You picked it up, the edges rough against your thumb, and read the date. It was three days...
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