The Distant Blade
I, II, III I The notice on the door of the municipal archive was simple, typed in the crisp, sans-serif font of the new administration: Position Review Pending. Do Not Enter Without Authorization. It had been there for three days, a white square of paper on the peeling blue paint, and I had looked at it from the street every morning, standing on the corner where the tram lines crossed,...
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