The Golden Downtown
The banquet hall of the University of St. Jude’s had always been a place where the air hung heavy with the scent of roasted pheasant and the quiet, suffocating weight of academic ambition. It was a cathedral of glass and steel, a modernist spire that pierced the grey London sky, a building that did not merely house knowledge but seemed to consume it, digesting the souls of its occupants into a...
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