Michael
Surrounded by heaps and piles of folders, files and ageing paperwork, I put the previous file on the pile on my left and take the next from the pile on the right.
The lighting’s not bad, even here in the depths of the archives, but I have to hold it up to the light to make out the faded label, written by some long-ago biro.
…M…ng Per…n R….rt …an…. …nn.rs…
I take a long slurp from a mug of coffee I should have finished an hour ago, then flip open up the file….
Bingo!
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