The Golden Quest
The rain had been falling on the city for three days, a persistent, gray drizzle that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick mirrors reflecting the sodium lights of the streetlamps. Elias Thorne walked with a heavy, deliberate pace, his boots striking the wet pavement with a rhythmic thud that seemed to echo in the hollow space of his chest. He was fifty-two years old, a man...
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