The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The sky tore open with a sound like the splitting of a great bone, and the rain that followed did not fall but poured, thick and heavy as blood, drowning the cobblestones of Oakhaven in a crimson slurry that smelled of iron and old, forgotten things. I stood at the center of the market square, my hands bound by the very air, my breath hitching in my chest as the town elders, robed in grey wool...

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