The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain had not ceased for three days, a persistent, gray veil that turned the cobblestones of the capital into slick, black mirrors reflecting the gaslights and the weary faces of the men who patrolled them. Inspector Silas Thorne stood at the window of the Grand Auditorium’s antechamber, watching the water streak down the glass in long, weeping lines. He was a man of fifty winters, his hair...

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