The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the garden of the Whitmore estate into a soup of mud and dying flowers, and inside the high-ceilinged drawing room, Arthur Whitmore sat in a wingback chair upholstered in faded velvet, his hands resting on his knees, trembling with a vibration that seemed to emanate from the very marrow of his bones, for he had...

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