The Golden Quest
The carriage wheels clattered over the cobblestones of Ashworth Lane, a rhythmic, grinding percussion that seemed to echo the hollow ache in Elias Thorne’s chest. He was an old man now, his hands gnarled like the roots of the oak trees that lined the estate’s perimeter, and he sat stiffly in the back seat, watching the world blur past in streaks of grey and brown. The journey to the city was...
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