The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The water was rising over the edge of the oak desk, a brown, silty tide that smelled of rust and wet paper. I was on my knees, my hands deep in the sludge, pulling the 1904 municipal tax ledgers from the bottom drawer. The heat had failed three days prior, and the pipes in the basement walls had frozen, then burst, and now the entire cataloging room was filling with the guts of the building. My...

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