The Wistful Witness

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The ledger lay open on the mahogany desk, its pages thick with the dry, brittle scent of aging paper and the faint, metallic tang of the iron-gall ink that had stained my fingers for the last three weeks. I was thirty-two years old, a librarian in the occupied city of Vienne, and I wanted to smuggle the city’s master archive out of the Grand Hall before the occupying forces burned it. The...

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