The Golden Quest
The rain in the valley did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat and seeped into the marrow of his bones. He walked with the measured, heavy gait of a man who has carried the weight of the world for so long that he has forgotten how to set it down, his boots sinking into the mud of the road that wound through the trees toward the...
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