The Pale Dance
The memorandum lay on my desk, its edges curling slightly under the weight of the gaslight. It was a standard form, Ministry of Internal Affairs, Series C, regarding the extension of provisional tenure for clerks in the third division. I signed it with a steady hand, the nib scratching a sharp, definitive line across the paper. I wanted the permanent seal by the winter solstice. I wanted to...
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