The Faded Road
The roof gave way before the dawn. You remember the sound. It was not a crash. It was a sigh. A long, wooden exhale that split the night in two. Dust filled the air, thick and gray, tasting of old paper and dry rot. You stood in the center of the library. The floorboards groaned beneath your boots. Above you, the ceiling collapsed inward. Shadows swallowed the light. The house was dying. Your...
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