The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The morning fog clung to the iron rafters of the textile mill like a second skin, damp and grey, smelling of wet wool and cold coal. Elias Thorne stood before the loom, his hands hovering over the shuttle, suspended in a stillness that felt less like pause and more like holding one’s breath underwater. He was a man of forty winters, his face a map of fine lines etched by years of looking down,...

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