The Pale Shadows
The fire did not start with a spark, but with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against the windows of the university library, sealing the air in a vacuum of dust and old paper. It was a Tuesday in late November, the kind of day where the light fails at three in the afternoon, leaving the city of Bristol submerged in a grey, watery gloom that seeped through the stone...
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