The Golden Quest
The rain lashed against the high, narrow windows of the Victorian manor house, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate in the very bones of the stone walls, while inside, the air hung thick and stagnant with the scent of damp wool, old paper, and the faint, metallic tang of fear that had settled into the household like a second skin. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the center of...
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