The Golden Quest
The basement of the Municipal Archives was a place where light did not go, a subterranean pocket of damp concrete and the slow, rhythmic dripping of water from pipes that had long since ceased to be maintained by anyone who cared for their longevity. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, a scarred rectangle of wood that bore the indentations of a thousand previous clerks, his fingers wrapped around a...
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