The Golden Quest
The air in the basement archive of the City Municipal Library tasted of copper and old dust, a flavor that Elias Thorne had long since stopped trying to identify and had instead accepted as the taste of duty. He was forty-two years old, a man whose spine had curved slightly over the years to match the curvature of the desk where he sat, cataloging the final batch of restricted medical records...
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