The Wistful Saga
The banquet of the municipal library is a cold, fluorescent affair, held in the basement archive room where the air tastes of dust and old paper. You stand at the edge of the table, holding a glass of water that has gone warm, watching Director Halloway slide a manila folder across the polished wood. He does not look at you. He looks at the folder, his face a mask of bureaucratic neutrality,...
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