The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey, industrial mist clung to the iron scaffolding of the city, turning the air thick and metallic. Inside the workshop, the silence was heavy, broken only by the tick of the clock and the low, rhythmic hum of the ventilation system. Arthur Vane sat at his bench. His hands were still. They were not the hands of a young man. The skin was paper-thin, stretched...

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