The Face I Lost
The secondhand books on Rue de la Huchette smelled of mildew and other people's lives, and Thomas Ashford liked it that way. Each book had absorbed something of its previous owner—a tear here, a coffee stain there, a margin note in someone else's handwriting. Thomas liked knowing that before he held a book, someone else had held it, and before that someone else, and before that someone else,...
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