The Distant Journey
The building did not collapse so much as it exhaled, a long, shuddering sigh that turned the air in the lecture hall into a thick, grey soup of dust and displaced memory, and you stood there in the center of the ruined amphitheater, your hands still clutching the heavy, leather-bound volume of your life’s work, feeling the vibrations of the structural failure humming through your bones like a...
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