The Golden Quest
You leave the castle at dawn. The gate groans. It sounds like a man clearing his throat after a long cough. You do not look back. You hold the stone in your pocket. It is warm. It is heavy. It is not gold. It has never been gold. The road is mud. Your boots sink. You pull them out. You walk. The mist hangs low. It touches your ankles. It tastes of iron. You are a stranger here. You have been a...
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