The Golden Myth
The letter sat on the desk, the paper thin and brittle, smelling of the dust that permeates the lower archives. I picked it up, my fingers stained with the graphite of the map I had been correcting for three hours. It was a formal dismissal, though the language was bureaucratic, citing "breach of protocol" and "mismanagement of departmental resources." I read it twice. The first time, I checked...
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