The Wistful Letter
The first crack in the foundation was not a sound, but a silence so profound it seemed to pull the air from your lungs, a vacuum that preceded the groan of the earth beneath the limestone floors of the institute. You had been sitting in your office, a windowless room located in the basement of the old university building, surrounded by the dust motes that danced in the shafts of light from the...
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