The Wistful Cipher

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The file was on the desk. It sat there, heavy with the smell of stale coffee and printer toner. I picked it up. The paper was crisp. My hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. Or maybe relief. It was hard to tell the difference anymore. This is the story of how I lost my job. And how I lost myself. I work in records. I am a clerk. I sort things. I file things. I do not judge things. That is the...

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