The Distant Summer
The collapse of the archive was not a singular event of structural failure, but a slow, suffocating accumulation of dust and decay that finally, on a Tuesday of indeterminate season, gave way under the weight of its own neglect. Margot Thorne stood in the center of the sub-basement, where the fluorescent lights buzzed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly against the temples,...
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