The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The road was wet. We walked. The mud sucked at our boots. It was cold. Not the cold of winter. The cold of bone. My name is Elias. I do not say it often. Names are heavy things. They carry weight. I carried my name like a stone in my pocket. A sharp stone. It cut. I liked the cut. We left the city at dawn. No one saw us. Or so I thought. The sky was the color of a bruise. Purple and grey. It...

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