The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a gray, vibrating curtain that turned the cobblestones of Ashwood into a slick, black mirror reflecting the gaslight of the town square. You stood at the center of the crowd, though you were not part of it. You were a hole in the fabric of the evening, a silence amidst the noise of the festival, and your eyes were fixed not on the dancing...

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