The Distant Summer

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The ink was still wet on the ledger page when you felt the weight of it in your hand. You were thirty-two, a junior archivist in the National Archive, and your fingers trembled not from the cold of the vault but from the realization that the history of the Vane estate was a lie. You had come to secure a permanent post, to save your family from the precariousness of temporary contracts, and...

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