The Archive of a Ghost
My name is Samuel. I am a record-keeper. For thirty years, I have sat in a windowless office at the National Aero-Center, filing the triumphs and failures of men who thought they could conquer the sky. I am the man who stamps the folders; I am the man who remembers the dates. Then came Elias. Elias arrived in 1962, a man with a thin face and eyes that seemed to be looking at something three...
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