The Golden Quest
The rain against the windowpane did not fall so much as it persisted, a relentless, gray static that blurred the boundary between the garden and the sky, turning the world outside the manor into a watercolor left out in the drizzle. Inside the study, the air was thick with the scent of beeswax and the slow, sweet rot of the lilies on the mantelpiece. Elara sat in the high-backed chair, her...
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