The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain did not fall; it hung. It suspended itself in the air like a fine, grey mist, clinging to the walls of the Whitmore estate until the plaster wept. Elias stood before the window, his hands clasped behind his back. He was a man of precise angles, his suit tailored to erase every softness from his silhouette. He was a merchant of rare stones, a dealer in things that had endured for...

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