The Golden Quest
The rain against the leaded windows of the library was not a sound but a pressure, a constant, wet weight that seemed to seep through the stone and into the marrow of the bones. Elias Vane sat at his desk, the leather chair creaking under the slight shift of his weight, his eyes fixed not on the text before him but on the trembling of his own left hand, resting upon the spine of a folio from...
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