The Wistful Dinner
Chapter One Alice Gault had worked in the municipal archive for twenty years, a span of time that measured out in the slow, grinding erosion of her knuckles rather than in the dates on the calendar. She stood in the sterile breakroom, the fluorescent lights humming a low, sick note that seemed to vibrate directly in her molars, and stared at the new personnel roster spread across the laminate...
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