The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

Thorne, stop that. The voice was sharp, cutting through the humid air of the vaulted hall. Elias Thorne froze, his trowel suspended in the air, a smear of wet mortar on his wrist. He looked down at the bucket at his feet. The mixture had hardened, not into the usual grey crust, but into a dense, amber-colored block that radiated a faint, unsettling heat. He touched it. It was warm, like a...

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