The Golden Quest
The fire took the roof first. Then the beams. By the time the alarm bells began to clang, a sound like iron teeth grinding against the night, Elias Thorne stood in the street, watching his life turn to ash. He did not run. He stood still. The heat hit his face, a physical weight, pushing him back. Behind him, the smoke rose in a thick, black column, swallowing the stars. He held his hat in his...
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