The Golden Quest
The train stopped. Silence. Then the whistle. It cut the air. Sharp. Cold. Elias stepped off. His coat was wet. The station was empty. One lamp. Buzzing. He looked at the ticket. Name: Elias Thorne. Destination: Oakhaven. He turned. The platform vanished in mist. He walked. Roads. Mud. Gravel. He carried a box. Wood. Heavy. Inside: books. Paper. Truth. He was a scholar. Of history. Of law. He...
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