The Wistful Asylum

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The coffee in the break room tasted like burnt pennies. It always did. Margaret stirred the sludge in her mug, watching the sediment swirl in lazy, brown eddies. She was a data entry clerk. Her job was to take the numbers from the intake forms and type them into the mainframe. The numbers had to match. If they didn’t, the system flagged them. If the system flagged them, the audit came. If the...

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