The Golden Quest
Thorne, you’re in the way of the light. Elias Thorne looked up from the ledger. The sun had cut through the dust motes in the archive, a pale blade of afternoon glare that made the ink on the page shimmer. He did not move. He was forty years old, a man whose spine had curved to match the shelves he had cataloged for two decades. The light was annoying, but the sound was worse. It was a low...
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