The library, once her sanctuary had become her prison in ways she could not understand. She used to revel in the musty scent of old books, never quite free of dust. Her heart would race to find a rare gem in a forgotten stack and the weight of the silence would settle around her, likeContinue reading “The Library”
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Natolie Webb 