The Wistful Saga
The rain hit the window. It was a heavy, gray sheet. Martin watched it. He sat at the kitchen table. The wood was cold. He put his hand on it. He felt the grain. Martin worked for the city. He was a clerk. He filled out forms. He stamped paper. He did it every day. The office was big. The lights hummed. They were white. They never turned off. He liked the quiet. He liked the smell of the toner....
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