The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The bell did not ring. It cracked. A thin line of sound, sharp as a shard of glass, split the air in the library. I watched it hang there, suspended, a pale filament against the dark wood. Then it vanished. Silence returned. Heavier than before. I was not supposed to be here. The archive was sealed. The doors were locked. But I had a key. Or rather, I had a shadow of a key, cut from my own...

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