The Golden Farce
The university tower had stood on the edge of the cliff for three hundred years, a stone needle pinning the earth to the sky, and I had spent the last decade of my life climbing its stairs with the quiet, relentless hunger of a man seeking a specific shade of gray in a library that refused to keep its secrets. We were a community of scholars, a collective body bound not by blood but by the...
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