The Golden Quest
The iron was still red-hot when I drove it into the earth, the hiss of steam rising like a prayer that no one was listening to. I was not a warrior, though my hands were stained with the same rust as the soil of this cursed valley, and I carried the weight of a lineage that had turned my blood to vinegar. The object in my satchel, a vessel of twisted brass and ancient glass, pulsed against my...
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