The Golden Quest
The ledger is heavy, Elias. Not just in weight, but in what it holds. Mr. Halloway’s voice came from the shadows of the archive, dry as the dust that coated the shelves. Elias Thorne, thirty-two and hollowed out by a debt that felt like a physical weight in his chest, looked at the book. It lay on the steel table, its cover a dull, unassuming brown, but the air around it smelled faintly of...
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