The Golden Quest
The rain fell upon the cobblestones of Highmarket Square with the persistent, rhythmic insistence of a blacksmith’s hammer striking cold iron, a sound that had long since ceased to be mere weather and had become the very pulse of the city, a throbbing, wet heartbeat that thudded against the stone archways and seeped into the marrow of those who walked its narrow, winding arteries. It was in...
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