The Golden Quest
The cold bit into Thomas’s bones before the torchlight did. He stood in the center of the vault, the stone floor slick with condensation, his breath pluming in the dim air. Beside him, Eli leaned against a pillar, his hand resting on the pommel of a sword that looked more like a piece of scrap iron than a weapon. They had been down here for three days. The air tasted of rust and old blood. “Do...
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