The Golden Quest
The letter arrived on a Tuesday. It was sealed with black wax, the seal broken by a jagged tear. Elias Thorne stood in the center of his small stone house in Oakhaven, the paper trembling in his hands. He did not read it. He knew the words. He had rehearsed them for years in the dark, whispering them into the silence of the night until the air itself seemed to vibrate with the weight of his...
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