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(MastoPrompt 12/4 Hold)

Marwa smiled when she saw it. There, a ways along the trail, was a little wooden shelter and the Wind Phone.

It had been decades but she still knew the number without thinking. She'd had to call it every day at her first job and then wait and wait and wait, not allowed to doodle or read a magazine or anything else.

Both companies were long gone now, but she remembered...

She dialed the Wind Phone and then paused.

"Please hold," she said before setting the receiver down.

Marwa pulled a book from her bag. It felt oddly good.