The Golden Quest
The bell tolled. It was the hour for patrol. Miles stood at the gate. The iron was cold. He wore the heavy cloak of the King’s Guard. It weighed on his shoulders. The weight was a constant. It was his friend. It was his prison. He looked at the wall. The stone was old. The stone was grey. The stone was broken. A crack ran through the center. It was small. It was dark. It looked like a mouth....
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