The Distant Affair
The coast of the Basque strait hummed with the low, grinding frequency of industry, a sound that sat heavy in the chest of every worker who walked the salt-encrusted docks of the port at one hundred and nine of the Salt Gate, where the fog rolled in not as a veil but as a physical weight pressing against the glass of the windows. In the basement archive of the Ministry of Cultural Preservation,...
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