The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain in Ashwick did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors that reflected the sickly, pulsing green of the central fountain. Elias Thorne walked with his head low, the weight of his coat heavy against his shoulders, where a withered oak branch was tucked into the lining like a bone. It was a relic from Silas, his partner of twelve...

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