A Quiet Erasure
A Quiet Erasure Silas Crane did not believe in truth so much as he believed in the texture of things. Not the abstract quality of truth, but the physical reality of a cold morning, the taste of real bread, the panic of a deadline, the grief of a funeral. These were the things he preserved. These were the things that mattered in a world that had solved everything except meaning. The Mnemosyne...
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