The Golden Quest
The bus that dropped Elias Thorne at the edge of the glen did not wait for him to finish gathering his bags, its diesel engine coughing against the rising wind before it swung around and vanished into the grey mist. Elias stood there, forty-two years old and wearing a coat that had seen better decades, watching the taillights disappear. He was a structural engineer by trade, a man who...
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