The Distant Legend
The dust in the archive room did not merely settle; it hovered, a suspended galaxy of gray motes that caught the weak afternoon light filtering through the high, grimy windows, creating a static, electric atmosphere that felt less like a place of knowledge and more like a tomb for forgotten things. I sat at the heavy oak desk, my fingers tracing the cracked leather spine of a ledger from 1893,...
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