The Golden Greenhouse
The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a heavy, gray sigh that settled into the cobblestones of the university courtyard with the weight of centuries, washing the dust from the gargoyles and the pride from the spines of the faculty members who huddled beneath the porticoes of the Hall of Eternal Verity. I walked with my boots soaking through, the leather stiff and cold...
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