The Distant Ghost
The air within the circular chamber of the old university library did not merely stagnate; it possessed a weight, a viscous density that seemed to press against the eardrums of any soul foolish enough to enter, a silence so profound it was not the absence of sound but a physical presence, a gray velvet curtain drawn tight across the mouth of the world. Arthur Penhaligon, a man whose mind had...
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