The Wistful Crossroads

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The glass case in the center of the library did not hold books. It held the silence. Margaret Holloway stood before it, her fingers hovering inches from the cold surface, trembling not from fear but from a precise, technical necessity. She was an archivist, a woman who had spent thirty years cataloging the decay of paper and the brittleness of spines. She understood entropy. She knew that every...

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