The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The notice lay on the desk, a single sheet of heavy cream paper, smelling of ink and old dust. It was a rejection. My name was Thomas, twelve years old, and I was the junior clerk who had missed the Senior Archivist post. The reason cited was "lack of pedigree," a phrase that tasted like copper in my mouth. I wanted the job. I needed the salary. My mother was three weeks from the debtors'...

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