The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The cellar smelled of wet stone and old roots. It was a thick, living smell, the kind that sat in the back of the throat and refused to leave. Arthur stood in the center of the dirt floor, his boots caked in mud that had turned black in the gloom. Above him, the earth was heavy, pressing down with the weight of centuries. He could feel it in his bones, a low hum that vibrated through the soles...

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