The Golden Quest
He woke in the dark. The taste was there. Copper and salt. Thick on the tongue. He spat it out. It landed on the stone floor with a wet slap. He did not move. The air was cold. It bit at his skin. He was in the cell. The walls were black. They breathed. Not metaphorically. They expanded. They contracted. A slow, rhythmic pulse. Like a heart the size of a house. He knew this place. He had served...
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