The Faded Chronicle

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The green of the oak leaf did not fade, which was a problem for the ink. I held it between my thumb and forefinger, the stem brittle as a dried twig, while the rest of the blade remained a violent, impossible emerald. It sat on my desk in the archives of the First National Bank of Mobile, a place where things were supposed to be brown, yellow, or black with age. I was twenty-two, a junior...

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