The Distant Affair
The dampness in the City Hall archive did not merely settle into the stone; it seeped into the marrow of the building, a slow, persistent rot that Elara Vane had learned to breathe through over the last decade of her quiet, unremarkable life. She was thirty-four, a junior archivist whose existence was measured in cubic feet of paper, and on this particular Tuesday, while dusting the shelves in...
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