The Distant Journey
The reprimand letter lay on the kitchen table, the paper thin and yellowing at the edges, smelling faintly of the office copy machine where it had been printed. I read it twice, my eyes tracing the bold, sans-serif font that spelled out my failure, the cold draft from the window making my fingers stiff as I held the pen, ready to sign the acknowledgment line that would seal my fate. The date...
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