The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, cold mist that settled into the wool of my doublet and the leather of my shield, turning the forest into a grey and breathing thing where every leaf seemed to whisper of the end of days. We had been marching for three days, or perhaps four, for time had lost its rigid shape in the deep woods of the Blackwood, and the only clock I knew...

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