The Golden Quest
The letter lay on the mahogany table, its seal broken, the paper yellowed with the damp of the autumn air, and Elias Thorne read it again, his thumb tracing the indented lines of the Magistrate’s handwriting, a script that had once been sharp as a razor but now blurred into a soft, smudged gray, much like the ink stains that had permanently etched themselves into the whorls of his own...
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