The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain did not fall. It hammered. Professor Elias Thorne clutched the satchel to his chest. His knuckles were white. The leather creaked under the strain of his grip. He stood on the edge of the Blackwood Moor. The wind tore at his coat. It was a heavy wool thing. Dark green. Faded at the elbows. Behind him, the village of Oakhaven burned. Not with fire. With memory. He looked back. One more...

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