The Golden Quest
The first shot cracked the air like a whip, snapping the silence of the suburban cul-de-sac into jagged, screaming pieces. Sergeant Elias Thorne did not think; he moved. His body, a machine of conditioned reflexes and decaying muscle, vaulted the low hedge, his tactical vest clicking against the wet ivy, his boots finding the slick grass with the desperate precision of a man who had spent...
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