The Wistful Incense

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The roof of the library did not fall; it simply gave up, surrendering its weight to the earth in a single, thunderous exhale of wet stone and splintered oak. You were standing three feet from the central pillar, your quill poised over the fresh vellum, when the world inverted. Dust, thick as wool, choked your lungs, and the smell of damp rot and old ink filled your mouth, a taste that would...

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