The Golden Quest
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that blurred the distinction between the sky and the slate roof of the university, turning the world into a watercolor of damp stone and dying leaves. I stood at the window of the faculty lounge, my hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had long since gone cold, watching the puddles collect in the gutters below. It was a...
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