The Golden Visit
The coal dust settled in the heavy air of the university library like a fine, gray snow that refused to land. It coated the spines of the books, the velvet drapes, and the faces of the few scholars who remained after the winter term had begun. I sat at my desk, the leather worn smooth by decades of friction, staring at the empty chair across from me. Arthur had been gone for three days, but the...
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