The Golden Quest
The rain against the windowpane of the faculty office did not so much fall as it seemed to press its face against the glass, a persistent, gray membrane separating the sterile air of the university from the wet, industrial churn of the city below. Professor Elias Thorne sat behind his mahogany desk, the wood polished to a high sheen that reflected the flickering light of his desk lamp, a warm,...
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