The Distant Summer
The shelf collapsed with a sound like a gunshot, sending the bound volume of the central ledger spinning into the dust. Elias Vane stood frozen, his hands still raised as if he had been the one to strike it, while the pages fanned out across the floor of the St. Jude’s Municipal Library like the feathers of a broken bird. He was twenty-four, a junior archivist with ink-stained fingers and a...
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