The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The clock in the precinct struck four. The sound was mechanical. It was cold. Elias Thorne stood before the mirror. He adjusted his tie. The fabric was stiff. It cut into his neck. He looked at his face. The skin was pale. The eyes were dark. He saw a stranger. He saw a tool. He was a tool of the state. He was a hammer. He was a nail. The distinction had blurred years ago. He put on his coat....

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