The Distant Legend

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I was pulling the spine of the 1892 water rights register when the hand twitched. It was June’s left hand, severed at the wrist, kept in a jar of formaldehyde on my desk. It was warm. That was the problem. The smell of the archive hit me first, a thick cloy of mildew and old paper, before the sight of the dust motes dancing in the single shaft of light. I am the river’s treaty witness, a title...

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