The Distant Legend
The morning light in the archive room of the municipal records office was not so much bright as it was abrasive, a pale, watery substance that seeped through the high, dust-caked windows and settled on the surfaces of the long oak tables with the weight of a fine, grey silt, illuminating the endless rows of manila folders that contained the administrative lives of a city that had long since...
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