The Golden Quest
The ink had not yet dried on the ledger when the bell in the tower began to toll, a sound that felt less like a call to prayer and more like a fracture in the air. Elias Thorne sat in the archive, his hands trembling not from cold, for the stone walls of the Abbey were thick enough to hold back the November wind, but from a terror that had been building for three years. He was a clerk, a man of...
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