The Dust of Archives
The air in the basement of the Home Office was not air; it was a suspension of pulverized paper and dead skin. Arthur Penhaligon had spent twelve years in this subterranean purgatory, a clerk of the lowest grade, tasked with the cataloging of the "Forgotten Records"—documents so tedious they had been abandoned by the empire itself. Arthur was a man of gray edges, blending into the limestone...
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