The Wistful Witness

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The building smelled of old paper and damp wool, a scent that had seeped into my pores until I could no longer distinguish the aroma of the archives from my own skin. I stood in the corridor of the Department of Historical Linguistics, a narrow throat of linoleum and fluorescent hum that connected the world outside, with its chaotic rain and urgent traffic, to the sterile, climate-controlled...

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