The Last Library of London
Arthur stood in the center of the Great Library, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and the oppressive weight of a thousand inevitable ends. To the world, he was a relic of a fading aristocracy, a man of quiet habits and impeccable tailoring. But behind his pale eyes lay the Curse of the Finality—the ability to see the exact moment of a soul's departure. He had first seen it in the...
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