The Golden Quest
The crack did not split the limestone so much as it breathed, a rhythmic expansion that defied the static logic of masonry and sent a shiver down the spine of Elias Thorne, who stood with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his oil-stained work coat, watching the facade of the old city hall shudder under the weight of its own decay. He had spent the last six months in a fever of...
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