The Golden Oath
The letter from the Ministry of Records sat on the desk, its edges soft and white from being handled too many times, the ink already fading into a dull, bureaucratic grey that matched the color of the dust motes dancing in the shaft of afternoon light. You read it three times, your finger tracing the line that declared Julian’s service record "expunged for cause," a phrase so sterile it felt...
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