The Faded Frontier
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grief that coated the stone walls of the university library in a damp, cold film. I was three days into my confinement, a self-imposed exile within the fourth-floor archive, where the scent of decaying paper and iron-gall ink mingled with the metallic tang of my own fear. My companion in this silence was Elias, a man whose...
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