The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey curtain that soaked Elias Thorne to the bone as he pressed his shoulder against the crumbling arch of St. Jude’s Chapel. His hands, raw and bleeding from the friction of the scaffolding poles, gripped the wet stone with a desperation that felt less like labor and more like a prayer, for if this arch failed before the winter solstice,...

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