The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The ink was dry, or so I told myself, as the smell of the parchment bit into my nostrils. It was a smell of dust and dried blood, a scent that had clung to the stones of the Athenaeum for three centuries. I sat in the corner of the circular reading room, a space so small it felt less like a library and more like the inside of a throat. Outside, the winter wind howled against the leaded glass, a...

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