The Distant Journey

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The deadline was eleven days away. I counted them on my fingers, the knuckles swollen and stiff from the cold that seeped through the stone walls of the Hall. Eleven days to secure my sister’s pension before the municipal cutoff, a sum that would keep the roof dry and the gas on through the winter. The letter from the Bureau sat on the table, its font stark and impersonal. It said the file was...

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