The Faded Chronicle

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The archive room smelled of dust and dried lavender, a scent that had permeated the walls so deeply over the last forty years that it seemed to breathe with the building itself. Margaret Holloway sat at her desk, the only light in the vast, windowless chamber coming from the single, humming fluorescent tube above her head. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; time in the Department of...

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