The Golden Quest
The report is on the desk, Elias, and it is waiting for your signature, but your hand is shaking so badly that the pen has already slipped twice onto the blotter, leaving a dark, wet smear that looks like a bruise. Julian stood in the doorway, his tie loosened, his eyes wide with a fear that was not for the town, but for himself, and he had not spoken yet, though the air in the cramped office...
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