The Golden Quest
The air tasted of copper and old dust. It hung thick in the narrow corridors of the House, a place that had no name on any map and existed only in the fold between sleeping and waking. Elias Thorne moved through the gloom with the careful precision of a man who knows he is being watched. He was a detective, though he had no badge, no warrant, and no case file. His only evidence was the taste on...
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