The Golden Suspect
The letter lay on the desk, the ink still wet where the seal had broken, and you read it for the third time because the words did not want to settle in your mind. It was a rejection, plain and dry, citing a discrepancy in your discharge papers from the Border Wars, a technicality that erased twelve years of service as if it had never been. You folded the paper, the crease sharp against your...
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