The Faded Chronicle

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March 14. I am forty-two, a junior archivist. I want to clear my name before the tribunal. The opposing force is the Ministry’s silence. I dream of my wife, Elena, pressing her cold hand to my chest. She died three years ago. Her touch is the only truth I trust. The dream is vivid, the scent of her lavender soap sharp against the stale air of my small flat. I wake with my heart hammering, a...

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