The Weight of the Crucible
The档案 were yellow with age, the ink faded to a brown that looked almost like rust. I sat in the reading room of the Bavarian State Archive, wearing white cotton gloves that made my fingers feel clumsy, and reading about my grandfather's greatest crime. It was not dramatic. There were no bloodstains, no screaming victims, no dramatic betrayals. Just paper. Stacks and stacks of paper, documenting...
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