The Golden Cellar
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the city and turned the cobblestones into slick mirrors of slate and shadow, and I stood in the doorway of the university library, watching the water race down the gutters in silver threads, while the heavy oak door behind me groaned shut with a finality that felt less like a sound and more like a...
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