The Golden Quest
The dream began with the sound of chipping stone, a dry, brittle crack that echoed through the vaulted ceiling of the library where Elias Thorne had spent the last thirty years of his life cataloging the impossible, and he woke in the grey, rain-slicked streets of the old quarter with the taste of limestone dust still clinging to the back of his throat, a physical remnant of a nightmare that...
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