The Golden Quest
The dream was always the same, a loop of gold and silence that left Elias Thorne gasping for air before the sun had even cleared the ridge. He woke in the narrow bed of his stone cottage, the cold pressing against his shoulders, and the first thing he felt was the ache in his lower back, a dull, persistent throb that had become as familiar to him as his own heartbeat. He was forty years old, a...
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