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... h thunder and fury—no. This was the slow, annoying drizzle that made everything damp, sticky, and irritable. A perfect match for my mood.
"Of all the days to start with library duty," I muttered, tugging my coat tighter around me as I stepped across the slick flagstones. "And they wonder why I drink."
The Grand Archive was an ancient structure grafted into the mountain’s spine. Towering spires of black-stone and weathered copper jutted skyward, and the faint scent of old paper an ...
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