The Golden Quest
The train rattled through the mist, a steel vein pumping through the grey muscle of the morning. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass, watching the countryside blur into a smear of brown and green. We were heading to the University, to the faculty gala where the new department chair, Dr. Arthur Vane, would be inaugurated. It was a small ceremony in a grand building, a contradiction that...
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