The Golden Farce
The letter lay on the kitchen table, the ink still wet and dark as a bruise, the final line underlined twice in red: *Final Contract Termination: Effective Immediately.* Elias Thorne stared at the signature of Mayor Halloway, a jagged scrawl that looked less like a name and more like a crack in dry earth, and felt the cold seep up through the floorboards into his bones. It was a Tuesday, the...
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