The Golden Quest
Act I Hiroshi Kobayashi had spent the last three days with his eyes bleeding from the strain of the north light, which fell in a pale, slanting sheet across the scriptorium floor, illuminating the dust motes that danced in the stagnant air. He was thirty-two, an archivist of modest reputation but obsessive temperament, and he was currently engaged in a war of attrition against a corrupted...
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