The Faded River
The inventory of the basement’s northern alcove counted four hundred and twelve items, a number that Margaret Holloway had verified three times before the light in the corridor began to fail. She was thirty-two, a junior archivist at the Ministry of Cultural Heritage, and her hands were stained with the grey dust of centuries, a grime that seemed to settle into the creases of her knuckles and...
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