The Golden Mirror
The ceiling of the Blackwood Library did not fall; it exhaled. One moment, Elias Thorne was cataloguing a water-damaged ledger from the turn of the century, the next, the entire weight of the Victorian roof was pressing down upon his shoulders, a suffocating blanket of dust and splintered oak. He survived only by the grace of a structural beam that had already given way, creating a hollow...
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