The Golden Quest
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, gray mist that clung to the wool of my coat and the iron of my badge. I stood at the edge of the precipice, where the cobblestones of the old town gave way to the white void. There was no ground below. Only the infinite, silent expanse of the Dream. I had been walking for what felt like years. Time here was a loose thread, unraveling. I could...
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