The Distant Ghost
Chapter One Rajesh Fernandes stood in the crater where the Grand Archive had stood, the air still tasting of ozone and burnt paper. He held a charred match in his right hand, the wood blackened to a crisp, brittle point. The silence was heavy, a physical weight pressing against his eardrums, louder than the thunder that had rolled through the dry sky without dropping a single drop of rain. He...
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