The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain hit the glass of the atrium with a sound like static, a white noise that drowned out the hum of the air conditioning. Margaret stood in the center of the lobby. She was small, a woman composed of sharp angles and tired eyes. Her coat was thin, the wool worn gray at the elbows. It was a coat that had seen too many winters. She held a folder against her chest. It was the only thing she...

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