The Wistful Saga
The first entry is dated November 14th, and the ink is smudged where the dust settled on the page before I could blot it. I am thirty-two years old, and I have been an archivist at the Municipal Library for twelve years, a tenure that feels both like a lifetime and a mere blink against the weight of the debts I carry. My husband, Thomas, is in the hospital wing on the fourth floor, his...
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