The Silence of the Archive
The world was not a world, but a Library. It was an infinite expanse of white marble shelves and floating scrolls, illuminated by a sun that never set and never moved. There were no cities, no wars, and no hunger. There was only the Archive, and the Librarian. The Librarian had no name, for names are markers of identity, and identity is a burden he had long since discarded. In a previous...
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