The Golden Downtown
The letter from the Dean’s office lay on my desk, its edges curling slightly in the dry heat of the room, the ink still wet enough to smudge if I pressed my thumb against it. It was a polite refusal, really, a standard bureaucratic rejection of my tenure extension, citing "insufficient contribution to departmental prestige," which was Halloway’s way of saying I had not bowed low enough. I had...
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