The Golden Echoes
The refusal slip was printed on heavy, cream-colored cardstock, the kind that cost four pence a sheet and was reserved for the Department of Structural Integrity. It sat on the steel desk, vibrating slightly against the metal surface, the ink still wet and smelling of iron and ozone. You read it three times, your fingers tracing the jagged edge of the paper, the texture gritty under your...
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