The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain on the northern ridge did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that turned the mud into a slick, breathing thing. Elias Thorne stood with his boots sinking into the slurry, the cold seeping through the soles and up into his marrow, a sensation that had become indistinguishable from the dread that had settled in his chest three days prior. He was forty years old, and he...

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