The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the high, vaulted arches of the library, a place that existed in the folds of time like a secret kept in a locked drawer, a repository of forgotten laws and unspoken truths where the air tasted of old paper and the metallic tang of ozone. I sat in the center of the circular reading room, my fingers tracing the...

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