The Golden Echoes
Three hours. That was the count. Three hours since the last light had gone out in the upper stacks, and three hours since the silence had begun to weigh on my eardrums. I checked the ledger entry in my notebook, the graphite smudged against my thumb. It was a simple discrepancy. A missing volume. If I could not produce the ledger for the 1892 acquisition by the morning inspection, the pension...
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