The Faded Ruin
Six weeks. That is how long the clock had been ticking since you started, Elias. You counted the hours in the Ministry of Memory not by the digital readout on the wall, which flickered with a faint, sickly green, but by the weight of the files in your hands. Each box weighed exactly four kilograms. You knew this because you had carried them from the loading dock to the sub-basement for three...
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