The Wistful Saga
You stand at the edge of the conveyor belt, the plastic sheeting stretched taut across your fingertips like a second skin, feeling the slight give of it against the friction of the packaging line, and you realize with a dull, throbbing certainty that you are no longer the person who walked into this warehouse in Manchester three months ago, nor the one who left her life in Lisbon behind, nor...
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