The Pale Shadows
The document lay on the desk, a single sheet of cream-colored bond paper that felt heavier than its size suggested. You smoothed the corner with your thumb, the friction catching the dry dust of the archive, and read the date: October 14, 2024. It was a termination notice, though the word was buried under layers of bureaucratic passive voice, a polite suggestion that your tenure as a senior...
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