Mini Saga

As the crack of light widened, my heart raced. At last, the possibility of one last performance.

I had lain here since 1974, fifty years gathering dust and losing hope, but now there was a chance I would sing again.

A hand reached down from the brightness above, lifting me slowly, carefully, and eventually blowing off the dust to gasp aloud.

"I've found it!" a voice exclaimed.

I was lowered gently onto the turntable, a stylus placed at my outer groove, and once more my voice was released, rising into the room to rapturous applause.

It was worth the wait.

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