The Crushed Observer

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The ink in the well was thick and black, like the stagnant water of the Seine in November. Leo dipped his pen, his hand shaking slightly. He was a clerk of the third class in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, a man whose entire existence was defined by the margins of other people's documents. He lived in a room that smelled of old paper and damp wool, a space so small that he could touch both...

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