The Golden Quest
The dream began, as it often did, with the scent of ozone and wet wool, a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat before his eyes even opened, pulling him abruptly from the grey haze of sleep into the harsh, unyielding reality of the industrial dawn. He lay in the narrow cot in the back of his rented room in Millbrook, the city a cacophony of distant steam whistles...
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