The Golden Quest
The lantern was heavy. It was a brass thing, dented and dark, hanging from a hook in the cellar of the town hall. Thomas Vane had been the constable of Oakhaven for thirty years. He knew the weight of every key, every baton, every lock in the village. He knew the weight of this lantern, too. It had been his father’s. His father’s father’s. It was a relic of a time when the dark was a beast to...
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