The Wistful Witness
The ink on the letter was still wet when I read it, a dark smear against the cheap, yellowed paper that smelled of sulfur and damp wool. It was a formal reprimand from Director Halloway, dated November 14, 1912, and it accused me of "delusional overreach" in my recent report regarding the signal at Junction 4. I signed the receipt slip with a hand that shook not from cold, but from the sudden,...
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