The Distant Summer
The letter from the Department of Finance was three pages long, typed on the thin, brittle paper that the university had adopted to save on toner. You read it twice, the first time for the numbers, the second time for the tone. The budget cut was not a suggestion; it was a scalpel. Your tenure review, originally scheduled for the end of the semester, had been pulled forward to Friday. You...
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