The Golden Visit
The rejection letter sat on the linoleum floor of my kitchen, its edges curling slightly in the dry air, a thin strip of paper that had ended my career before I had even finished my coffee. I had submitted the final safety report for the Kellway River Bridge at dawn, the ink still wet on the pages, detailing the hairline fractures in the concrete supports that I knew were spreading with every...
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