The Archivist of Fates
The Archivist of FatesArthur Vance discovered his own name on a Tuesday.It was not a dramatic discovery. There was no thunder, no sudden cold, no sensation of the floor tilting beneath his feet. There was only the smell of old paper, the yellow light of a gas lamp, and a leather-bound volume lying open on the oak desk before him, its pages filled with a handwriting that was, impossibly, his...
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