The Distant Legend

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The fire took the library at dawn. It did not roar. It whispered. A dry, skeletal hiss of paper curling into ash. Edward Ashworth stood in the alley, watching. His breath was a white ribbon in the cold air. He watched the roof give way. He watched the spires fall. Inside, his life was burning. Not just books. Not just ink. But the proof. The years. The silence he had kept. He was a scholar. A...

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