The Faded Attic
The memo was three lines long, typed on the beige paper that smelled of dust and stale coffee. It stated that my file for the Warden’s position would be reviewed by the end of the quarter. I held it up to the fluorescent light, checking for smudges, my fingers damp with the cold that always seeped through the concrete floor of the break room. The heating system had failed again, a known issue...
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