The Paradox of the Last Page
(V-04: Psychological Thriller) The sky over the Wasteland was the color of a bruised plum, a permanent twilight that smelled of sulfur and old iron. Silas lived in the hollowed-out shell of a library, a cathedral of rotting paper and crumbling stone. He was the last man who knew how to read, and in his trembling hands, he held the only surviving copy of the Great Encyclopedia. To the children...
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