The Eternal Solitude of the Last Light

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The dust motes danced in a single, dying shaft of amber light that pierced the vaulted ceiling of the Great Archive. I, Clara, the last curator of a world that had forgotten the meaning of the word 'horizon', sat amidst the towering mahogany shelves. Here, the history of a billion souls was bound in leather and vellum, but the ink was fading, as if the universe itself were erasing its own...

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