The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain slicked the cobblestones of the plaza, turning them into black mirrors that reflected the gaslight above. I stood at the edge of the fountain, my breath misting in the cold air. My hands were shaking. Not from the cold. From the weight of the thing in my pocket. It was small. A simple silver locket. But it felt like a stone. It felt like a debt. I looked up. The palace loomed before...

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