The Golden Quest
The November air in the St. Jude’s Municipal Library basement tasted of damp wool and decay, a scent that Elara Vane had come to associate with the smell of her own obsolescence. At thirty-two, she was the senior archivist, a title that had once carried weight but now felt like a heavy coat in summer, ill-fitting and suffocating. She stood before the restricted stacks, her fingers hovering over...
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