The Wistful Cipher
The envelope lay on the desk, its edges crisp and white against the grain of the oak, a stark rectangle of official silence. I held it, feeling the weight of the paper, the dry friction of the seal, before I broke it open. The letter inside was typed in a font so standard it might as well have been carved in stone, citing "irregularities in the 2021 municipal ledger" and effective immediately...
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