The Wistful Witness
The parchment, brittle as the wing of a dead moth, lay upon the oak desk of the Magister, its surface etched with the labyrinthine diagrams that had defined Aldous Vane’s career, a career constructed not of stone or steel but of the precise, cold architecture of forbidden knowledge. Aldous stood in the shadow of the library’s towering shelves, the air thick with the scent of binding glue and...
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