The Distant Legend

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The fire started in the west wing, not with a roar, but with a whisper of smoke that tasted of old paper and dried lavender, curling through the high, vaulted ceilings of the library like a ghost returning to its home. I stood before the massive oak doors, my fingers trembling against the cold iron handle, watching the smoke turn the afternoon light into a bruised, murky violet. It was a...

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