The Faded Ruin
The notice was printed on heavy, cream-colored stock, the kind that cost three credits a sheet and smelled faintly of ozone and old paper. It lay on my desk, a stark rectangle against the grey laminate, detailing the suspension of my Senior Resonance Engineer clearance effective immediately. I read the bureaucratic syntax twice, noting the precise, cold verbs: *misidentified*, *sabotage*,...
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