The Golden Quest
You are the last man standing. The gatehouse is a cube of grey stone, ancient and unyielding. It stands alone on the cliff edge. Below, the sea roars. It has always roared. You do not look down. You look up. The sky is a bruised purple. The wind bites your face. You are cold. Your body is heavy. It is not the weight of your armor. It is the weight of the silence. You remember the order. It came...
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