On the cabinet beside them, rows of small compartments were lined up neatly.Each one bore a name.Inside each plain, unassuming compartment was the record of one person's entire life."Queenie Falken…"The old man muttered to himself, his cloudy eyes moving slowly from one compartment to the next."Ah, here it is."He pulled one open, blew away the dust, and continued muttering, "Good thing Jeremy told me to keep it in a plastic box back then. The case is wooden. He said that would keep out the dust and wood shavings. Look at that. It's still good as new."As he spoke, the old man opened the plastic box and took out a disc that looked almost brand new."Here. Take it."Jane took it, still dazed."A disc? What's on it?"The old man nodded."A video or something like that, I guess. Back then, a USB drive cost 45 dollars, while burning a disc only cost 10 dollars. It was a much better deal."Jane's pupils shrank slightly. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.Eight y
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