The Wistful Witness

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I remember the smell of the ink more than the pain in my lower back, that sharp, metallic tang that clung to my fingers even after I scrubbed them with lye soap at the company store on one hundred and twenty-six of Candlewick Row. I was Fang Zheng, the archivist, and I wanted my tenure, that small piece of paper that would mean I didn’t have to look over my shoulder for the bailiff every time I...

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