The Golden Quest
The iron gate was humming again, a low thrum that vibrated in the teeth and settled in the marrow of the bone. Captain Elias Thorne sat at his desk in the command tower, the damp stone of the infirmary wing pressing its cold weight against his shoulder blades, and he watched the ink in his pen ripple in concentric circles on the parchment. It was a small thing, a tremor in the liquid, but to a...
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