The history books lining the library shelves, spines out, faces hidden, keep their stories locked in darkness. The words huddle together, barely breathing in the confined spaces lacking oxygen. Let fire come, bringing light, it will come only slowly. Its fingers will be clumsy with cold. At first...
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The history books lining the library shelves, spines out, faces hidden, keep their stories locked in darkness. The words huddle together, barely breathing in the confined spaces lacking oxygen. Let fire come, bringing light, it will come only slowly. Its fingers will be clumsy with cold. At first...