The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered. It was a fine, grey mist that clung to the wool of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s greatcoat and seeped into the bones of the old clock tower. He stood on the landing of the fourth floor, breathing hard. His chest heaved against the leather of his vest. The air smelled of wet stone and old oil. Elias held the compass in his left hand. It was a brass thing,...

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