The Golden Quest
The ink was already dry on the ledger page when Elara noticed the discrepancy, her fingers still damp from the solution she had used to lift the adhesive from the binding. It was a small thing, a decimal point misplaced in a column of figures from 1998, but in the quiet of the archive basement, where the air smelled of mildew and old paper, small things had a way of becoming large. She was...
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