The Faded Guest
The collapse of the eastern gallery was not a sound but a sudden, violent absence of light, a blinding white void that swallowed the dust and the shouting and the intricate geometry of the vaulted ceiling in a single, catastrophic breath. I stood in the antechamber, my hands pressed flat against the cold marble of the dais, feeling the vibration of the building’s death rattle through the soles...
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