The Golden Quest
The rain had been falling on the windowpane for three hours, a steady, rhythmic drumming that seemed to synchronize with the ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece, a sound that had become so pervasive that Elias Vance could no longer distinguish the two, they had merged into a single, low-frequency hum that vibrated in his teeth. He sat at the edge of the bed, his posture rigid, his hands...
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