The Golden Quest
The ledger in the foreman’s office smelled of stale tobacco and iron filings, a dry, metallic scent that clung to the back of the throat. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway, his hands still stained with the black grease of the casting floor, and waited for the man to finish counting the coins in the tin cup on the desk. It was a slow count, each piece of silver sliding against the others with a...
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