The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The fog rolls in from the sea, thick as wool and smelling of brine and rot. You stand in the center of the Great Hall, your hands trembling slightly as you hold the chalice. It is not gold. It is iron, cold and dull, etched with runes that seem to shift when you are not looking directly at them. Around you, the banquet hall hums with a low, thrumming sound. Steam pipes hiss in the walls. Gears...

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