The Golden Quest
The strap of the rifle dug into Elias Thorne’s shoulder, a familiar, grinding pressure that had worn the skin raw and pink beneath the wool of his uniform. He was pressing his back against the damp brick of the outpost’s outer wall, listening to the silence that followed the retreat of the patrol, a silence so heavy it felt like a physical weight settling on his chest. This was Oakhaven, a...
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