At the end of the corridor was a heavy-looking red door with a metal sign at eye-level that read: Redundancy Room. Neil made his way towards it, driven more by curiosity than compliance.
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The Forgotten Few | Flash Fiction
They deserve to be looked for. They deserve to be cared about. They deserve to be more than forgotten news in a town that doesn’t care.
Sketches & Storytelling - Art, Illustration, and Storytelling 