The Golden Quest
The iron in my left hand had grown cold, but the air in the training yard was thick with the heat of the sun and the smell of wet stone. I stood there, the pommel of my sword digging into my palm, while the silence around me stretched out like a taut wire. "Your stance is broken, Thomas," said Master Halloway. His voice was not loud, but it carried the weight of the entire village, pressing...
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