The Golden Quest
The rain had been falling for three days straight, a cold, relentless drizzle that turned the cobblestones of the dockside into slick, black mirrors reflecting the grimy yellow light of the gas lamps, and you stood there, your boots soaking through, holding a lantern that buzzed with a low, electric hum, watching the mist curl off the dark water of the harbor like the breath of a sleeping...
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