The Faded Chronicle

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Do you think the earth remembers what we bury in it? I asked myself that on the night the smell started. It was a faint, wet odor, like rain on dry clay, drifting up from the floorboards of the archive basement. I am Guodong Tang. I am forty-five years old. I have worked in this state record office for twenty-two years. My eyes are failing. The doctor said it was the light, or perhaps just age....

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