The Golden Quest
The iron gate of the Ashworth estate did not creak when Silas forced it open, which was a detail that disturbed him more than the jagged splinters of oak that buried themselves deep into the meat of his forearm, and he did not pause to pull them out because the air inside the mansion was already thick with the scent of burning beeswax and the wet, coppery tang of old blood, and he knew with a...
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