The Golden Quest
You wake in the cold. The stone floor is hard against your cheek. Dust motes dance in the shafts of pale light that cut through the high, narrow windows. You are in the archive. It is a subterranean chamber, carved into the living rock beneath the old abbey. The air smells of damp earth and decaying vellum. You are the Inquisitor. Your duty is to find the anomaly. The records say it is here. A...
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