The Golden Quest
The rain against the windowpane of the fourth-floor office at the Department of Rare Manuscripts was a persistent, rhythmic tapping that seemed to sync with the slow, arduous labor of Elias Thorne’s mind, a mental grinding that had become as physical and exhausting as if he were turning a heavy millstone with his bare hands while the world outside the university’s brick walls continued its...
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