The Pale Garden
The letter lay on the kitchen table, its crisp white edge cutting a sharp line against the dark wood, and I read it three times before I could find the pen to sign it. It was a notice of termination, effective immediately, citing "redundancy of position" and a failure to maintain the estate to modern standards. My hand trembled as I wrote my name, the ink bleeding slightly into the paper, a...
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