The Golden Quest
The seal on the commission letter cracked under Elias Thorne’s thumb, a dry, brittle sound that echoed in the gilded silence of the Ministry’s war room. He held the paper up, the ink still wet, the name Vane staring back at him in a hand that seemed to tremble with false concern. General Vane sat behind the mahogany desk, a surface so polished it reflected the brass fixtures of the ceiling like...
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