The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the tin roof of the station house, a relentless, hollow rhythm. Elias Vance sat at his desk. The wood was dark, worn smooth by decades of elbows and ink. He wiped a smudge from the blotter with a thumb that trembled slightly. His hands were large. They had broken bones and held rifles. They had also held a violin bow, long ago, before...

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