The Wistful Witness
The tape measure snapped taut across the surface of the desk, marking the final inch of thirty years. Elias Thorne held the blade steady, his thumb pressing the metal against the scratched laminate, ensuring the measurement was exact before he lifted the box. The air in the National Records Office was stale, thick with the dust of paper and the faint, metallic tang of the heating system that...
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