The Distant Garden

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The air in the Municipal Records Office tasted of ozone and stale coffee. It was 1912, a year when the ice on the lake cracked all night, a sound like a bone snapping under a boot, and the only thing more cold than the wind was the silence of the clerks. I am Ylva Ekstrom, thirty-two, a junior archivist. My job is to file. My job is to be invisible. I wanted to keep my job. I wanted to file the...

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