The Golden Quest
The rain did not fall on the Ashworth estate; it hovered, a thick, suspended mist that clung to the stone walls and the withered ivy, making the air taste of wet iron and old dust. Inside the library, the fire had burned down to a bed of white ash, yet the room remained stiflingly warm, a trapped heat that pressed against the skin. Thomas Ashworth, twelve years old and already carrying the...
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