The Faded Chronicle
Chapter One Carlota Ulhao’s fingers were stained with the black iron-gall ink of a document that should have been dry for fifty years. She stood in the sterile, fluorescent hum of the State Bureau of Historical Records, the air conditioning blowing a constant, icy draft across the back of her neck, and stared at the 1974 labor report held in her trembling hands. The paper was brittle, yellowed...
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