The Golden Visit
The memorandum lay on the table, its edges crisp, the ink still wet in the places where the Minister’s seal had been pressed. I read it twice, my thumb tracing the line that declared the filtration units "operational within acceptable parameters." The paper smelled of lemon polish and the faint, metallic tang of the air conditioning vent above my head. It was a lie, and I knew it because I had...
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