The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The brass key was warm. It was warmer than it should have been, pulsing against the palm of Elias Thorne’s left hand like a vein that refused to clot. He stood in the mud of the ruined estate, the rain slicking his uniform, the mud sucking at his boots with a wet, sucking sound that seemed to match the rhythm of the key’s heat. He was thirty-four years old, a sergeant with twelve years of...

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