The Golden Quest
The rain has been falling for three days, a steady, gray sheet that turns the courtyard of the municipal library into a muddy basin, and you sit in your small office on the fourth floor, listening to the water drip from the eaves into the gutter below. You are thirty-two years old, and for the last six months you have been a junior archivist, a title that sounds official but amounts to nothing...
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