The Golden Downtown
The mist did not roll in so much as it settled, a thick, grey wool that swallowed the sharp edges of the university spires and turned the ancient stone into something soft, indistinct, and entirely without boundary, and Professor Elias Thorne stood at the head of the long oak table in the subterranean faculty room, his hands folded tightly in his lap to keep them from trembling, while the air...
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