The Pale Path
The university library stood like a silent, brooding monolith at the edge of our small, perpetually damp town, its Gothic arches piercing the gray sky with a severity that seemed to demand penance from anyone who dared approach its heavy oak doors. I had spent the better part of my adult life within those stone walls, my fingers stained with the dust of centuries, my mind shaped by the rigid...
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