The Distant Affair
The letter was thick, cream-colored, and smelled of damp wool. I read it three times before I let it fall to the table. My rank was gone. My pension, halved. My name, struck from the registry of the Northern Border Force. The tribunal had not found me guilty of negligence, which would have been a mercy. They had found me guilty of "spiritual contamination," a charge that existed in no statute...
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