The rain passed during the night. The foundation trench had been filled — soil replaced, surface leveled, the ground returned to the appearance of ground that had never been examined. Only the newer stone in the lower wall remained visible. It always would. The archivist adjusted the strap of his worn satchel and descended toward the valley.
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