The Golden Quest
The rain in the valley does not fall so much as it hangs, a gray curtain woven from the exhalations of the earth, settling upon the stones of the old fortification where you stand, your breath misting in the cold air as you watch the gates close behind you with a finality that feels less like a sound and more like a severance of the soul. You are Thomas, a man carved from the same stubborn...
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