The Wistful Letter
The ferns in the sub-basement of the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s secure archive facility do not grow from sunlight, but from a damp, spectral hum that vibrates through the reinforced concrete floor, a low-frequency thrum that has become the soundtrack of my existence for the past eighteen months. I am a Senior Special Agent in the Counterintelligence Division, a title that sounds sterile...
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