The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The fog had swallowed the city by dawn. It pressed against the windows of the High Council chamber like a living thing, thick and gray and indifferent. Elara stood at the head of the long oak table. Her hands were steady. They had always been steady. That was the first thing people noticed about her. The second was the silence. She wore the gray robes of the Archivist, though the fabric felt...

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