The Golden Downtown
The rain had persisted for three days, a gray, relentless curtain that turned the cobblestones of the university quadrangle into slick mirrors, reflecting the crumbling limestone facades of the administration buildings in distorted, wavering fragments that seemed to breathe with a slow, sickly rhythm. Elias Thorne sat in the high-backed leather chair of his office, the one that smelled of pipe...
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