The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain hit the slate roof like a drumroll. It was a cold, industrial percussion. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood by the window. He watched the water bead and run. The glass was cold against his forehead. He was a man of structure. Of order. He had served twenty years in the Home Guard. His hands were rough. They were scarred. They were steady. His daughter, Clara, sat at the table. She was...

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