50 Word Story: The Long Journey

The soft light of dawn casts shadows over a desk covered with overflowing ashtrays and empty glasses. The basket next to it is piled high with crumpled paper balls. Shaking hands lift a thick stack of pristine papers, slide them into the manila envelope, and seal it. Ready to send. 

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