The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The blade sang in the air, a high, thin shriek that cut through the humid silence of the manor’s east wing. Elias Thorne did not flinch. He stood with his feet planted firmly in the worn carpet, his posture a rigid geometry of defense, his eyes fixed not on the intruder but on the reflection of the room in the polished mahogany of the grand piano. The intruder, a man whose face was a blur of...

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