The Golden Quest
The fire started at 4:12 AM. By 5:00, the smoke had swallowed the district. Elias Thorne stood on the wet pavement, his boots soaking through, watching the orange glow bleed into the grey sky. He did not run. He walked. The heat pressed against his chest, a physical weight, a hand on his sternum. His shop was gone. The glass front had shattered hours ago, the shards now mixed with the soot and...
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