The Golden Quest
The morning fog in Blackwood Valley did not lift so much as it thickened, a heavy, wet wool that pressed against the glass of Dr. Elias Thorne’s carriage window as he drove into the deep of the valley. He was a man of forty years, his face etched with the particular exhaustion of a scholar who had traded the comfort of certainty for the jagged edge of discovery, and he clutched his leather...
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