The Golden Quest
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones outside the Royal Historical Society into a slick, reflective mirror of the world above. You stood in the staff canteen, holding a cup of tea that had gone cold an hour ago, watching the steam that no longer rose from it dissipate into the stale air. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a...
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