The Faded Dust
You will sign the paper, or you will leave without the bonus. The words hung in the air of Thorne’s office, heavy with the smell of stale tobacco and the ticking of a clock that seemed to count down the seconds of Arthur’s life. He looked at the document, the ink still wet on the clause regarding the recent machinery accident, and felt the cold weight of the pen in his hand. Outside, the...
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