The Distant Journey

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Bertha Muncy’s left hand was a traitor that had decided to keep the secrets of the dead. It was a small thing, a tremor in the index finger, but in the hush of the Ministry of Archives, it sounded like a crack in a dam. She was thirty-four, a junior clerk with a taxi medallion she had bought high and now regretted, and she needed the permanent tenure by the end of the month. The money was for...

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