The Pale Verdict
I have always dreamed of the library, not as a repository of knowledge, but as a cathedral of silence where the dust motes hang suspended in the amber light like frozen stars, waiting for a breath that never comes, and in these dreams I am not the weary historian who has spent three decades cataloguing the forgotten letters of the Pemberton estate, but a man made of glass, transparent and...
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