The Golden Quest
The letter lay on the desk, the paper thin and yellowed, smelling faintly of dust and old glue. Elias Thorne read it twice, the words blurring slightly as the afternoon light slanted through the high windows of the Ministry of Cultural Heritage. It was a rejection, or rather, a dismissal of his work. Director Vance had marked his cataloging notes for the Golden Vault as "sentimental clutter"...
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