The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The hall smelled of wet wool and stale iron. It was a smell that clung to the lungs, thick and suffocating. We were gathered in the vault. The air was cold. It bit through the wool of my tunic. Around me, the men stood in silence. They waited. Their faces were pale masks. The torches flickered. Shadows danced on the stone walls. They were long and thin. They stretched toward the center of the...

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