The Golden Quest
The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the skylights of the penthouse, a sound that had become the baseline frequency of Elias’s existence. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass, watching the city bleed gray light into the night. Below, the streets were slick mirrors, reflecting the neon bleed of the financial district. Above, the sky was a...
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