The Golden Quest
The bone cracked with a sound like dry twigs underfoot. It was not a loud noise, but it was absolute. Elias Thorne held the fragment in his left hand, the knuckles white, the skin stretched tight over the joint. The piece was small, no larger than a thumbnail, but it felt heavy. It felt like a secret that had waited too long to be told. He sat at his desk in the basement of the St. Jude’s...
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