The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The ferry horn sounded, a low, mournful blast that vibrated in the teeth of Elias Thorne. He stood on the muddy bank, watching the vessel shrink into the gray mist. He did not wave. He never waved. Waving was a lie told to the living. He was the last man left in Oakhaven, a place where the fog tasted of iron and old blood. Elias turned back to the cottage. It was not a home. It was a workshop....

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