The Golden Quest
It began, as most things in the Department of Public Safety did, with a sound that was not quite a scream but a wet, tearing exhale, followed by the heavy, rhythmic thud of boots on the polished linoleum that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s aging bones, and he stood there, his hands trembling not from fear but from the sudden, terrifying realization that the man on the floor...
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