The Last Light of Ozymandias
The archive smelled of incense and ozone, a smell that Lord Dorian Ashworth had come to associate with danger. It was a smell that belonged to neither the religious world nor the scientific one, but to the narrow corridor between them where his entire adult life had been spent. He stood before the final shelf in the Blackmere Archive, his lantern casting long shadows across rows of...
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