The Distant Legend
The limestone facade of the Municipal Archive did not simply stand; it endured, a slow geological process of decay that I observed with the clinical detachment of a man who had spent forty years cataloging the erosion of other men’s histories. The building was a monolith of gray stone, its cornices chipping away like the edges of a worn-out coin, the mortar between the blocks darkened by a...
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