The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

Thorne, you are late. The voice came from the mud, low and wet, belonging to a man who had no face. Elias Thorne did not turn. He knew the voice. It was the voice of the Crown, filtered through the rain that had been falling for three days. He stood at the edge of the border fort, the Iron Key in his hand. It was warm. Not the warmth of sun-baked stone, but the feverish heat of a living thing,...

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