The Golden Quest
The wool was too warm. That was the first thing Elias Thorne noticed as he folded the heavy service coat into the trunk in the spare bedroom. Twenty years of county sheriff’s duty, and the fabric still held a heat that had nothing to do with the Ohio autumn outside. It pressed against his palms like a living thing, a persistent, uncanny presence that whispered of debts unpaid. He was forty-two,...
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