The Golden Quest
The morning light in the Hall of Whispers did not enter so much as it permeated, a pale, milky suspension that settled into the cracks of the wainscoting and lay heavy upon the dust. Elias Thorne stood before the Grand Archive, his hands resting on the cold brass railing that separated the scribes from the stacks, feeling the metallic chill seep into his knuckles. He was a Keeper of the Third...
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