The Drowning Hall
The document lay open on Arthur's mahogany desk like an accusation. Percival had found it behind the bookshelf in the library — the one that had been stuck since his boyhood, the one his mother told him never to push because it would upset the cataloguing system Arthur had maintained for three decades. But Percival pushed it now, out of rage, and the shelf slid aside with a groan of iron...
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