The Faded Road
The sky did not break; it peeled away, like the skin of a rotting fruit, revealing the void beneath, a silence so profound it had weight, pressing down upon the shoulders of Aldous Thorne with the force of a physical blow. He stood in the center of the atrium of the Great Library, a structure of stone and glass that had once housed the collective memory of a civilization now reduced to ash, and...
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