The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The ink in the well was dry, a crust of black sediment that cracked when I pressed my thumb against it, and the quill in my hand, once a sleek instrument of precision, now felt like a dead twig, brittle and useless against the grain of the paper. I am Elias Thorne, and I am forty-two years old, which is to say I am exactly the age at which the house decides to take its due, a fact I have spent...

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