The Pale Shadows
The dust in the archive does not settle; it hangs, a suspended galaxy of gray motes that catch the weak afternoon light filtering through the high, barred windows. You are here because you believe you can save it, or perhaps because you are simply too old to leave. The University of St. Jude’s, built of stone so old it has forgotten its own name, looms around you. You are the Keeper, a title...
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