The Distant Summer
The transfer request was denied in red ink, the stroke of the pen so heavy it tore through the thin bond paper, leaving a jagged scar across the word *approved* where it had been tentatively penciled in. I held the sheet up to the fluorescent light of the administrative office, the hum of the ventilation system behind me growing louder, a low-frequency thrum that seemed to vibrate in the...
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