The Distant Affair
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent and weeping curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into a mirror for the grey, indifferent sky above, and I stood in the doorway of the municipal archive, watching the water slide down the glass of the front door, thinking about how it is only when one is tasked with the preservation of the truth that one realizes the...
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