The Golden Downtown
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the university quadrangle into mirrors reflecting the leaden sky. Arthur Pendelton stood in the doorway of the library, his hand resting on the cold brass handle, watching the water drip from the eaves in a rhythmic, relentless tattoo. He was a man who had spent his life in the company of words,...
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