The Golden Quest
The letter lay on the kitchen table, its envelope already open, the paper inside stiff with age and a dampness that had nothing to do with the weather. Elias Thorne, forty-two years old and employed as a junior archivist for the county historical society, read the words for the third time. His father, Arthur, was dead. The letter was postmarked three days before the funeral, a detail that sat...
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