The Golden Quest
The ring sat in Elias Thorne’s palm, heavy as a river stone. It was his father’s, a gold signet with a cracked onyx face, and it felt wrong in his hand, denser than metal should be. He rubbed his thumb over the groove, feeling the grit of the Chicago cold that had seeped into his skin from the floor mops. Three days until the eviction notice turned him out of the apartment. Three days to find...
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