The Faded Chronicle
NOTICE TO ALL STAFF: QUARTERLY AUDIT DUE BY THE TWENTY-FOURTH. NO EXTENSIONS FOR INK DECAY. The lorry reversed outside, a long, groaning note that never finished, looping back on itself like a dog circling a bone it could not eat. Honoré Landry sat in the reading room of the Displaced Persons Center, the air thick with the sound of coughs and the damp chill that rose from the cellar...
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