The Golden Harbor
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, grey weeping that turned the cobblestones of the university quad into a slick, mirrored void. Margaret Holloway stood in the doorway of the Archives, her coat soaked through, watching the water pool around the hem of her skirt. She did not mind the cold. She had long ago stopped caring about the comfort of her body, preferring instead the...
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