A short story by Jules Laurent The first time I opened the cabinet, the light changed. It wasn’t dramatic at first—just a hush that moved across the library like a cat stepping onto a piano and deciding not to make a sound. Miss Petrescu, our librarian, calls it “the settling,” the way air makes room for things older than itself. The cabinet sits behind the reference desk, disguised as a double-doored thing for maps. But its label is written in a precise hand: Lost & Found of