The Distant Legend
The clock on the wall of the archive room ticked with the heavy, wooden certainty of a judge’s gavel, and Arthur counted the seconds in groups of ten, a habit born of anxiety that had long since become a second heartbeat. He had six months until his retirement, and in those six months, he had to digitize three hundred years of the firm’s ledgers, a task that required a memory as sharp as the...
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