The Golden Maze
The ink was moving again, and this time it had reached the date of our marriage. "Look at this, Elias," Sarah said, her voice tight with the specific fear of a junior clerk who has just seen something that should not exist. She held up the personnel file, the paper trembling in her grip as if it were a live thing. "The entry for Clara Thorne, spouse. It’s gone. Not redacted. Just... gone. As if...
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