The Distant Affair
14 October 1893 The rain has not stopped for three days, and it has seeped into the floorboards of the Municipal Archive until the wood swells and groans underfoot like a living thing. I am sitting at my desk, the only one still in use on the third floor, waiting for the morning mail that will either confirm my position as Chief Archivist or dissolve it entirely. In my left pocket, the iron key...
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