The Distant Affair
The form was three pages long, printed on heavy, cream-colored stock that felt dry and dead under your fingertips. You read the header again. *Notice of Probationary Review: Final Stage.* The ink was a dull, bureaucratic gray, the kind that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it. You smoothed the paper flat on the laminate desk, your thumb tracing the jagged edge where a previous draft...
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