The Golden Quest
The air in the office of the London Metropolitan Police smelled of damp wool and stale tobacco, a scent that had seeped into the very fibers of Captain Elias Thorne’s uniform over thirty years of service. He stood before the desk, his hand trembling slightly as he clutched the small glass vial of experimental tonic in his pocket, the cold glass biting into his palm like a promise that felt...
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