The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain hit the glass with a rhythmic, industrial thrum. Inside the observation deck, the air smelled of ozone and stale coffee. Elias Thorne stood by the porthole, watching the storm tear at the hull of the *Aethelgard*. He was an old man, his hands mapped with the faint, gray scars of burnt circuits and broken glass. He did not look at the sea. He looked at the reflection. In the glass, his...

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