The Golden Quest
The rain tapped a dull, rhythmic code against the windowpane of the studio apartment, a sound that seemed to drill into Elias’s skull. He sat on the edge of the unmade bed, the brass compass resting in his palm, its surface tarnished by years of neglect and his own sweat. It was a small, unassuming thing, a circle of metal that had once guided him, now just a weight in his hand. The note from...
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