The Pale Tale
I counted the staples in the box before I opened it. There were forty-two, which was two less than the inventory sheet claimed, a discrepancy so small it was practically a joke, but in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, a joke was a career-ending event. I was nineteen, a junior clerk in the budgeting division, and I had spent the last three weeks staring at the line items for the Northern...
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