The Golden Quest
The rain in Harrowgate did not wash things clean. It merely made the grime slicker, darker, and harder to ignore. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his study, watching the water bead on the glass. He was a man of few habits and fewer words. His face was a map of lines that spoke of long nights and longer silences. He had come to this damp, crumbling town to find a truth that everyone else had...
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