The Wistful Grid
The envelope is thick, heavy with the dampness of a November afternoon, and you are holding it in your office, a room that smells of stale coffee and industrial dust, while the fluorescent lights above you buzz a low, irritating note that you have stopped hearing three years ago. You are here because you are the new intake coordinator, a title that sounds more significant than the reality of...
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