The Distant Legend
The glue was drying in the creases of Elara’s fingers, a stiff, brittle crust that cracked when she flexed her hand. She worked under the magnifying lamp, the light hot and yellow against the damp wool of the binding, trying to keep the spine of the fourteenth-century codex from snapping. The library was silent, save for the hum of the HVAC system and the occasional cough of the radiators. She...
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