The Golden Quest
The fever broke at dawn, leaving Elias Wren gasping on the cold floorboards of his study. He was a detective by trade, a seeker of broken things, and his body was breaking. The pain was a white noise, a static that filled the room. He stood up. His legs shook. He looked in the mirror. His face was gaunt. His eyes were hollow. He looked like a man who had already died. He had been investigating...
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