The Wistful Witness
The fire that consumed the Ashworth Institute of Natural Philosophy on the morning of October the fourteenth was not a single, roaring beast, but a slow, insidious exhalation of gas and timber that began in the sub-basement archives and climbed the iron staircases with a terrible, patient grace, turning the very walls of our intellectual sanctuary into fuel for a judgment we could not...
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