The Archivist's Lost Key
Dust. The smell of old paper, the soft crinkle of parchment, and the weight of forgotten stories. That was my life. I am Arthur, and for forty years, I was the senior archivist at the Middleton Historical Society. My world was one of careful preservation, of ordering chaos into neatly labeled boxes. I loved the silence, the clarity of it. Then, they brought in the "digital initiatives...
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