The Golden Quest
The pen scraped against the legal pad, a dry, rasping sound that cut through the hum of the ventilation unit in the windowless interrogation room. Elias Thorne watched the ink bleed slightly into the cheap paper, his wrist steady despite the tremor in his left hand, as he recorded the third statement from Mara. Across the metal table, she sat with her elbows on the surface, her fingers...
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