Title: The Archivist's Choice
The library was a graveyard of ideas. Rows upon rows of petrified books stretched into an infinite distance, their pages turned to stone, their ink faded to a ghostly grey. This was the End of Time, the place where all narratives finally came to a halt. I was the last Archivist. I was bound to a cross made of the world's most forbidden texts, the spines of the books digging into my back, the...
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