The Golden Quest
The iron gate of Blackwood Manor groaned open under the weight of the morning fog, a sound like a bone snapping in a quiet room, and Silas Vane stepped through it with the heavy, deliberate cadence of a man who had long since stopped caring about the time of day or the state of his boots, which were caked in the red clay of the valley below, a color that seemed to cling to the leather with an...
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