The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain hit the glass. It sounded like fingers tapping. I looked at the clock. Three minutes left. The box sat on the table. It was old. The wood was dark. It had been worn smooth. My hands were cold. I rubbed them together. The office smelled of wet wool and stale coffee. I am Margaret. I am fifty-two. I have worked here for thirty years. I am the archivist. I keep the records. I keep the...

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