The Faded Road
The fire began in the coal chute, a sudden, violent bloom of orange that swallowed the silence of the library before it could even register as a sound, and I watched the flames lick at the leather spines of the encyclopedias I had spent the last decade cataloging, my hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, overwhelming weight of the heat that pressed against my chest like a physical...
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