The Golden Quest
The rain fell in sheets of grey. It washed the mud from the wheels. It slicked the stones of the bridge. Thomas walked. He walked until his legs burned. He walked until the sky turned black. He was a clerk in the city. He kept the ledgers. He counted the coins. He did not look up. He had been sent to the village of Oakhaven. The village was old. The village was deep in the hills. The road was...
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