The Golden Quest
The rain tapped against the glass. A steady, rhythmic drumming. Inside, the air was thick. Stale. The scent of old wool and damp stone. Elias stood by the window. He watched the water run. Streaks. Like tears. But cold. He turned. The room was quiet. Too quiet. Only the clock. Ticking. Second after second. Each one a small death. He moved to the chair. Sat down. His knees popped. A sound of...
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