The Wistful Dinner
The frost did not merely settle on the windowpanes of the Athenaeum; it invaded them. It crept inward like a silent, crystalline legion, fracturing the glass into a thousand jagged shards that remained suspended in the air, defying gravity. The library, once a sanctuary of ordered knowledge, now trembled under the weight of this impossible cold. Professor Elias Thorne stood before the central...
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