The Golden Quest
The banquet hall smelled of roasted duck and stale perfume. Colonel Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long table, his silver hair slicked back, his uniform pressed to a razor's edge. He was a man of geometry and order, a creature who had spent thirty years measuring the world in degrees and fathoms. Tonight, however, the air was thick with something else. A golden light pulsed from the center...
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