The Pale Fracture
The dampness in the library of the Collective is not merely a weather condition; it is a resident, a tenant that has claimed the walls, the floor, and the very marrow of the books. You stand alone in the center of the rot, twelve years old, your small frame dwarfed by the towering shelves that lean inward like conspirators whispering secrets you are not permitted to hear. Your hands are pressed...
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