The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The locket sat in my palm, cold as a stone pulled from a winter river, its gold surface dull and scratched. I held it up to the gray light filtering through the cabin window, watching the way the metal drank the dimness. Outside, the wind was screaming through the spruce trees, a low, continuous moan that seemed to come from the ground itself. I am Elias Thorne, and I am writing this because I...

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