The Distant Legend
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the estate and turned the gravel paths into sludge, yet Margot stood in the center of the library, her fingers hovering over the spines of the books, her breath held in a tight, rigid knot within her chest, waiting for the dust to settle before she moved. She was the new archivist, a title that...
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