The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The wind in the pines did not howl. It hissed. A dry, static friction against the needles, a sound like a radio losing its signal. Elias Thorne heard it clearly. He stood at the edge of the treeline, his boots sinking into the frozen mud of the Blackwood Ridge. The air was thin and cold, biting at the exposed skin of his cheeks. He was sixty-two years old. His knees ached with a dull,...

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