The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain drawn tight against the windows of the Institute. Inside, the air smelled of damp wool and old paper. Elias stood by the door, his coat already buttoned to the chin. It was a heavy wool thing, brown as dried earth, worn thin at the elbows. He had packed his things into a single canvas bag. The bag sat on the chair, bulging with the weight...

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