And as she bent to her task, the filing cabinet before her, a thick oaken beast of unknown age and origin whose mysterious and variegated injuries bore testament to nearly a century of tireless service, blossomed like a fungus in her mind. Each file doubled, then trebled, a mitosis, a kaleidoscope of information. She cried out, flailed at the drawer, closed it, and collapsed to the ground. The linen of her skirt scratched dully against the hardwood. "Silly," she thought after a cooling moment. "It cannot be the cabinet." Even so, her hands trembled as she reached out once more.
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And as she bent to her task, the filing cabinet before her, a thick oaken beast of unknown age and origin whose mysterious and variegated injuries bore testament to nearly a century of tireless service, blossomed like a fungus in her mind. Each file doubled, then trebled, a mitosis, a kaleidoscope of information. She cried out, flailed at the drawer, closed it, and collapsed to the ground. The linen of her skirt scratched dully against the hardwood. "Silly," she thought after a cooling moment. "It cannot be the cabinet." Even so, her hands trembled as she reached out once more.
omg bechtold, how did you know? you were... there, weren't you??!
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