The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The cell was cold. It was a specific, biting cold that settled in the marrow. It did not drift. It anchored. It pressed against the stone floor with the weight of a decade. Elias sat in the corner. His back was straight. His hands were still. He was a prisoner of the body. More than that. He was a prisoner of the law. The law was a machine. It had no soul. It had no mercy. It only had gears....

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