The Golden Quest
You are standing in the center of the rotunda, your hands trembling not from the cold that seeps up through the marble floor but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that has settled over the hall like a shroud, and you look down at the small, tattered packet in your palm, the one that was supposed to be the key, the one that was supposed to prove that you were more than just another...
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