The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

I knew the smell before I saw the jar. It hung in the air, heavy and sweet, a thick syrup of rot and honey. The office was cold. The heating had failed an hour ago. I sat at my desk. The fluorescent light buzzed. It was a low, persistent drone. Like a wasp trapped in the walls. My hands were still. They lay flat on the mahogany surface. I did not move. I was waiting for Arthur. Arthur walked...

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