The Golden Myth
The rain had stopped, leaving the world suspended in a gray, wet silence that pressed against the windowpanes of the abandoned manor. Elias Thorne sat alone in the library, a space that had once been a cathedral of knowledge and now served as a mausoleum for forgotten ambitions. He was a man who sought truth with the same fervor others sought gold, a detective of sorts, though his quarry was...
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