The Distant Legend
The storm did not break the roof. It broke the silence. You remember the sound before the rain arrived, a low, grinding hum that seemed to come from the foundations of the university library, a building that had stood on the hill for a century like a stone sentinel watching over the sleepy town of Oakhaven. You were there, of course. You always were. You were the one who checked the seals on...
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