The Golden Quest
The train hissed to a halt, a long, shuddering exhale that seemed to pull the air out of the station. Elias stood in the doorway, his grip white-knuckled on the frame. He was not tired. He was not afraid. He was ready. The platform was empty save for the rain that had just ceased. Puddles formed in the cracks of the concrete, reflecting the grey sky. Elias looked down at the object in his hand....
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