Residue

A forensic archivist receives a routine discrepancy. A death certificate with no birth record. A marriage license naming a spouse who officially never existed. A photograph with an empty space everyone remembers being occupied. Then someone comes looking for the file, and by then it is already too late. Across the continent, memories are beginning to survive histories that no longer happened. Reality is correcting itself. Poorly. And being erased may not be the same as being gone.