The Golden Quest
The morning light did not so much enter the infirmary as it invaded, a pale, indifferent wash that stripped the stone walls of their shadows and left them raw, white, and stark. It was a light that asked nothing of the man who lay upon the straw pallet, yet it seemed to judge him for every inch of the silence he had kept for three decades. He was not a king, nor a hero, nor a saint, though the...
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