The Golden Quest
The name was called out in the dark, a low, gruff bark that cut through the damp air of the barracks. Elias Thorne looked up from his ledger. The ink was still wet on the page, a black stain spreading like a bruise. He did not move. He knew who had called, though the voice had not come from the door. It had come from the room itself, from the settling of the floorboards and the tick of the...
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