The Golden Quest
The brass bell above the door of the Royal Mint’s inspection chamber did not ring so much as it groaned, a low, metallic thrum that vibrated through the soles of Inspector Elias Thorne’s boots and settled deep in his marrow. He stood before the massive iron gate, his hand resting on the cold steel of the lever, feeling the weight of the institution behind him and the weight of the duty before...
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