The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The air in the conservatory tasted of damp iron and crushed ferns, a metallic tang that had long since replaced the scent of the jasmine vines that once climbed the leaded glass. Silas Thorne stood by the window, his fingers tracing the condensation on the pane, watching the fog roll in from the estuary like a slow, grey tide. He was a man carved from the same hard, unyielding wood as the house...

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