The Golden Quest
The fog rolled in thick as wool, swallowing the pine line that marked the edge of the world. Elias sat at his desk, the wood cold against his palms, and watched his brother Thomas pack his duffel bag with the brisk efficiency of a man who had not yet learned the weight of silence. Thomas was leaving for the northern outpost, a post so remote the maps barely acknowledged it, and Elias wanted...
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