The Faded Quadrant
The ice did not break; it dissolved. That was the first thing I noticed as the temperature in the library plummeted, a drop so sudden and absolute that the air itself seemed to crystallize around my lungs. I was standing at the far end of the reading room, near the stacks of obscure journals, when the silence changed. It was no longer the respectful hush of scholars or the dry rustle of pages....
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