The Wistful Mirror

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The fluorescent lights hummed with a frequency that felt less like electricity and more like the low, persistent groan of a dying animal, a sound that had seeped into the marrow of my bones over the last six years of service in the Department of Anomalous Asset Recovery, a place that did not exist on any municipal map but consumed every waking hour of my life, every breath drawn in the sterile,...

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