The Golden Quest
The call came from the bottom of the stairs, a voice like gravel dragged across wet stone. "Elias, you are late. The ink is drying and the seal is waiting." Elias Whitmore stood in the dusty corridor of the Archive, his hand pressed against the cold plaster, feeling the vibration of the shout in his fingertips. He was a scholar of the Old Script, a man who had dedicated forty years to the...
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