The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain fell in sheets of iron. Silas Vance walked. His boots were wet. The mist clung to him. It tasted of coal and rust. London was a beast. It breathed smoke. It swallowed light. Silas was a man. He was small. He was grey. He carried a case. The case was leather. It was cracked. Inside lay a mirror. No. Not a mirror. A shard. A single piece of glass. It came from a frame. The frame was...

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