The Distant Promise
You wake in a pool of black water. The smell is thick. Mold and iron. Old paper. You are small. You are cold. The room is a cell, though you know it as a library. The shelves are high, reaching into a darkness that has no floor and no ceiling. Books bind the air. They press against your ribs. "Open your eyes." The voice is dry. It is the voice of the Head Librarian, Mr. Thorne. He stands in the...
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