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The glass case hums. You press your forehead against the cold surface, and your reflection presses back, a half-second late. It is a lag, you tell yourself. Just fatigue. The senior curator position opens Friday, and you have three days to prove you are worthy of the chair. You are Mara, thirty-two, junior archivist at the St. Jude’s Historical Society, and you want the job. You want it with a...
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