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... ty archives.
They were kept hidden, tucked below the old lecture halls—a quiet cellar of yellow folders, bound registries, and aging shelves sagging under the weight of decades. I didn't have clearance to go digging through them, but Johann, an old colleague now working as an assistant archivist, still owed me a favor. He let me in, on the promise that I wouldn't be long.
I wasn't sure what I was hoping to find. Maybe a mention. A surname. A date.
Instead, I found dozens. ...
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