The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain in Seattle did not wash things clean; it just made the grime slicker. Clara stood in the doorway of the municipal archive, her left hand trembling as she adjusted the strap of her bag. She was thirty-four, a junior archivist with a permanent position on the horizon, provided she could finish the digitization of the Whitmore estate by Friday. Her father had died three weeks ago, leaving...

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