The Faded River
The building did not burn; it simply ceased to be, dissolving into a thick, gray mist that smelled of ozone and old paper, a sudden erasure of the university library’s west wing that left my colleagues standing in the street, blinking as if they had been struck by a sudden, blinding flash of white light, while I remained inside, suspended in a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight...
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