The Golden Quest
March 14 The ink smells of ozone. That is the first thing I notice, sharper than the dust, sharper than the stale coffee in my mug. My hands tremble as I touch the spine of the Golden Ledger. It is a thick, leather-bound volume, acquired three days ago from an estate sale in the north of England. Dr. Aris wants it cataloged. He wants it filed under "Miscellaneous" by Friday. I want my tenure. I...
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