The Golden Quest
Thorne, you are blocking the corridor again. Elias did not turn. The voice was Director Vane’s, clipped and sharp, carrying the specific weight of a man who had held his position for twenty years and intended to hold it for twenty more. Elias kept his eyes on the dust motes dancing in the shaft of light that cut through the blinds, his jaw tight against the vibration that had settled in his...
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