The Pale Fracture
The denial slip sat on the metal tray, its edges sharp against the cold surface, the red stamp of the Bureau of Resource Allocation bleeding into the synthetic paper like a bruise that would not fade. You read it three times, the algorithmic font indifferent to your trembling hands, the text citing "emotional instability" and "resource scarcity" as the reasons your wife, Clara, would not...
0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews