The Distant Ghost
The rain against the leaded glass of the university library’s eastern wing is not merely weather but a continuous, granular audit of your solitude, a sound that has worn grooves into the very timber of the floorboards where you have spent the last three decades sitting, reading, and slowly forgetting how to breathe without the mediation of a text. You are the Keeper of the Archive, a title that...
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