The Golden Quest
The ledger on the desk was thick as a brick, its pages swollen with the damp of the cellar, and Elias Thorne counted the hours he had spent waiting for the head nurse to return from her rounds, counting them like coins in a miser’s purse, each one a small, cold weight against his patience. He was fifty-two, a man whose spine had long ago surrendered to the curvature of years spent hunched over...
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