The Golden Quest
The ink on the ledger was still wet, a dark smear against the yellowed parchment that smelled of mildew and old iron filings, when Elias Thorne looked up from his desk and saw the shadow of the County Assessor falling across the threshold of his study. It was a long, thin shadow, stretching out over the floorboards that had been warped by years of damp, and it carried with it the weight of a...
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