The Last Page of the World
(Act I: The Spark) The sky is the color of a bruised plum, and the wind tastes of ash. I am Silas, the Curator of the Last Library. We live in the shadow of the Great Cinder, a world where the sun is a dim memory and the only warmth comes from the burning of the past. I guard the last ten thousand paper books in existence. To the people of the Wastes, these books are not sources of knowledge;...
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