The Golden Quest
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the town square into a slick, reflective mirror that distorted the grey sky above. Elias Thorne stood before the council table, his hands gripping the edges of the wooden podium until his knuckles turned white, while the damp cold of the municipal hall seeped through his wool coat and settled deep in his bones. He was...
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