The late afternoon light catches dust motes suspended above the worn laminate desk corner. A stack of manila folders rests against the wall, anchored by a brass label holder that has lost its plate. They are settling into an alignment that is too perfect for simple gravity; the edges meet at precise 90-degree angles. The weight seems to shift slowly within the pile itself, adjusting until every folder face lines up exactly with the others. Yet, one folder consistently refuses this order. It remains positioned precisely one millimeter away from the main stack's vertical plane. As the fluorescent hum dips slightly, causing a momentary drop in temperature, the entire block of paper seems to sigh into place, only for that single gap to reappear, unchanging and exact.
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