The Distant Garden

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The letter lay on the table, its seal broken, the ink still wet in the creases of the folded paper. You read it twice, the words blurring as the smell of coal smoke from the hearth thickened in your throat. It was a notice of termination, effective immediately, citing "procedural irregularities" that you knew, with a cold certainty that sat heavy in your stomach, were lies. You were Elias...

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