The Golden Quest
You have been walking for three days, or perhaps it has been only a single, unbroken afternoon that the sun refuses to let end, the horizon a blurred smear of ochre dust and dying light that stretches out before you like a wound that will not close. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of crushed sage and the metallic tang of sweat that has long since dried on your skin, leaving it tight and...
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