The Pale Path
The termination notice lay on the metal desk, its edges crisp and white against the grime of the subterranean archive, a document so dry it seemed to suck the moisture from the air around it. You read the header, *Municipal Records Division, Personnel Action*, and felt the cold of the room settle into your bones, a damp chill that had nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with...
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