The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain fell like a curtain of gray needles. It soaked through the wool of his coat. It chilled the bone. He walked. The mud sucked at his boots. Each step was a fight. He carried a staff. He carried a name. He carried a secret. His name was Elias. He was a man of the law. Or he had been. Now he was a shadow. The forest pressed in on both sides. The trees were old. They stood like sentinels....

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