The Golden Quest
The frost had not yet retreated from the valley floor, a thin, treacherous film that caught the dying light of the afternoon and turned the world into a cage of brittle glass, and you stood in the center of the village square with the heavy, rusted iron chain around your neck biting into the flesh, the weight of it pulling your head down so that your chin rested against your chest and you could...
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