Folders everywhere
Dust clung to the drawers, but some had been neatly labeled. “Genealogy,” “Correspondence,” “Expeditions.” The words made his skin prickle. Elliot reached for one at random, his fingers trembling, and slid it open.
Inside, folders stuffed with handwritten letters lay waiting, untouched for years. Each paper seemed to whisper a piece of someone’s hidden life.
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