The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

Thorne, the King said, his voice flat and carrying across the vaulted ceiling of the Great Hall. The word hung in the cold air, sharp as a dropped knife. Elias stood at the head of the long oak table, the silver candlesticks casting long, distorted shadows that seemed to stretch toward him like grasping hands. He did not sit. He could not. His left hand, resting on the polished wood, was a cage...

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