The Golden Quest
The chandeliers in the great hall of Ashworth Manor did not sparkle so much as they burned, a cold, golden fire that reflected in the polished mahogany tables and the white porcelain of the forty guests who had gathered for the Duke’s final toast. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the head of the table, his uniform pressed so tight it seemed to cut into his skin, his eyes fixed on his father, the...
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