The Golden Quest
The name was called out from the top of the ladder, a sharp, percussive bark that cut through the humid air of the Great Hall, and Elias Thorne looked up from the escapement, his hands stained with the black grease of forty years, to see his apprentice, Silas, standing with his arms crossed over his chest, his face a mask of severe, watchful patience. "You are late, Master," Silas said, his...
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