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The Library Under the Stairs
The rain hadn’t stopped in three days. Thick grey clouds hung over the village like an old woolen blanket, heavy and unmoving. Noor sat on the window sill of her grandmother's house, staring out into the garden that now looked like a swamp. The move had been sudden—her father said it was for a fresh start after her grandmother passed. But the house smelled like old wood, mothballs, and silence.
By Mian Nazir Shah8 months ago in Fiction
