The Faded Apartment

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The smell of the East Wing was always of wet iron and old paper, a scent that settled into Clara’s clothes and refused to wash out. She stood before the filing cabinets, her fingers trembling slightly as she adjusted the brass handle, knowing that by the end of the week, the Bureau would declare the wing condemned and her tenure revoked. At thirty, she had spent twelve years in this archive, a...

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