The Faded Quadrant
The collapse of the university library did not begin with a sound, but with a scent, a sharp, metallic tang of ozone and rotting paper that permeated the air of the Great Hall long before the first beam cracked. Professor Arthur Penhaligon stood at the center of the reading room, his fingers resting on the spine of a treatise on hydraulic engineering, feeling the vibration travel up through the...
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