The Golden Visit
The memorandum lay on my desk, its edges curling slightly in the dry air of the Ministry’s basement office. It was a standard form, M-402, regarding the finalization of my pension after forty-two years of service. I signed it with a pen that had been leaking ink for a decade, the black stain spreading like a bruise under my thumb. I did not look up. I was waiting for the sound of the heavy iron...
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