The Golden Quest
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into a slick, dark mirror, reflecting the gaslight in fractured, trembling pools. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of his office, his fingers blackened to the knuckles, the leather of his gloves worn thin and fraying at the seams, a texture that spoke of decades of handling evidence...
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