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During the day, it is all glass and motion—people coming in and out, phones ringing, schedules stacking on top of each other. At night, when the building quiets and the city outside dims into scattered lights, the room feels almost intimate.
I stand by my desk, fingers brushing over a stack of old files I should have archived months ago.
My first week working here.
I recognize my own handwriting immediately—uneven, hesitant, too many notes scribbled in the margins as ...
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