The Golden Quest
The fog in Ashford Mill did not rise from the ground so much as it condensed out of the air, a thick, sulfurous blanket that smelled of wet wool and rusted iron, and Inspector Elias Thorne stood in the center of the main floor, his hand resting on the cold steel of his revolver, watching the golden light pulse in the corner of his eye. He was forty years old, though the mirror in his station...
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