The Golden Quest
The train departed without a sound, a steel leviathan exhaling steam into the grey morning. Elias watched the platform recede, his hand resting on the brass handle of the case. It was a small thing, no larger than a man’s heart, but it held the weight of his thirty years at the firm. The case was worn. The leather had softened under his grip, the brass fittings tarnished by decades of thumbs...
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