The Wistful Cipher
The letter sat on my desk, the paper thin as onion skin, the ink already fading before I had finished reading the first line. It was a notice of suspension, effective immediately, signed by Director Halloway. I held the document up to the window light, watching the fibers stretch and tear under the strain of my grip. The light in the office was flat and grey, the kind that makes every face look...
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