The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain against the windowpane was a rhythmic, wet ticking, a clock counting down the seconds of your own diminishing sanity. You sat in the high-backed leather chair, the one that smelled of stale tobacco and old regrets, and you watched the condensation blur the gaslight of the London street outside. The year was 1893, and the city was a beast of iron and steam, grinding the lives of the...

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