The Distant Promise
"You have forgotten the weight of stone." The voice came from the shadows of the corridor. It was not loud. It did not need to be. Elias Thorne stopped. His hand rested on the cold iron of the railing. The library. It stretched before him, a cavern of silence and dust. The air smelled of decaying paper and old varnish. He knew this scent. He had breathed it for ten years. "Professor," Elias...
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