The Golden Quest
The mud of the valley did not merely cover the boots of Commander Elias Thorne; it consumed them, a cold, heavy clay that seeped into the leather and the bone, binding his legs to the earth as if the land itself had grown jealous of his passage and sought to hold him fast in the gray twilight of a war that had no end. He stood at the edge of the stone fortification, the air thick with the scent...
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