The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain in Casterbridge had a taste. It tasted of coal smoke and wet wool, a metallic tang that coated the tongue and refused to wash away. It was a taste that lived in the throat, a constant reminder of the city’s lungs, choked by industry and ambition. Arthur Vane sat in the back of the hired carriage, his knees pressed together, his hat brim low over his eyes. He was a small man,...

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