The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The rain did not fall so much as it was expelled from the sky, a grey, relentless exhalation that turned the cobblestones of the university quad into slick, black mirrors. I stood beneath the eaves of the old library, watching the water streak down the limestone, each drop a tiny, fractured reflection of the building’s grim facade. Inside, behind the heavy oak doors, the air was still and...

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