The Distant Metropolis

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I was hauling the last crate of cod across the wet deck when the phone rang, the vibration buzzing against the fiberglass like a trapped fly. I wiped my hands on a rag that did nothing to stop the cold, and the screen showed the Treasury. They had frozen my pension again. A phantom audit, they called it, a clerical error that erased twelve years of my service as if I had never stood watch in...

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