The Golden Maze
The termination notice lay on the passenger seat, its edges curling slightly in the damp air of the sedan. I picked it up, reading the date again, October 14th, a crisp white rectangle that felt heavier than paper had any right to be. The rain had started twenty minutes ago, a fine, persistent mist that turned the Chicago skyline into a watercolor of grey and steel, the buildings blurring into...
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