The Distant Summer
The fire alarm screams before the smoke does. It is a sharp, metallic shriek that tears through the quiet of the archive, a sound you have heard a thousand times in drills but never in reality. You are standing at the desk, the ledger in your hand, your fingers trembling not from fear but from the sudden, violent clarity of the moment. The air is already thick, tasting of dust and old paper,...
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