The Golden Quest
The rain tasted of iron and old stone. "You see it," the Warden said. His voice was low, a rumble beneath the drumming sky. Elias nodded. He did not look up. He kept his eyes on the crack in the flagstone. It ran like a vein through the cobble, dark and wet. "I see it," he whispered. "Then you are ready to break." The Warden turned. He walked toward the city gate. The gate was iron, black with...
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