The Distant Nightmare
The memo was three lines long, printed on the heavy, cream-colored stock that the administration reserved for bad news. It stated that my request for a medical leave of absence had been denied. It stated that the winter audit was imminent. It stated that I was to report to the warden’s office by six o’clock. I read it twice, the smell of the dry, chemical ink mixing with the stale air of the...
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