The Golden Quest
The brass buckle of your belt is warm in your palm, polished by two years of nervous thumbs. You hold it up to the light of the gas lamp, turning it over, watching the tarnish catch the flame. Outside, the wind rattles the sash windows of the Oakhaven constabulary, a dry, papery sound that has become the soundtrack of your insomnia. It is November, 1904. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a man...
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