The Golden Echoes
The rain tapped against the window of the archive room, a steady, rhythmic code that I had long ceased to hear. It was the only sound in the building now. The other staff had gone home hours ago, leaving me with the dust and the silence and the weight of the years. I sat at my desk, the blue light of the scanner humming beneath my hands. I was cataloging a box of letters from 1944. They were...
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