The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The air in the drying loft smelled of tannin and wet wool, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of the throat. Elias Thorne stood by the window, watching the rain lash against the glass, his hands trembling not from cold but from the sheer, vibrating weight of the accusation hanging over him. He was a man of precise measurements, a leatherworker who could gauge the grain of a hide to...

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