The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The fire took the tower in the third hour of the night. It did not rage; it whispered. It licked the ancient stones with a patience that seemed almost affectionate. Edward Ashworth stood on the balcony, his hands gripping the cold iron rail, and watched his home dissolve into ash. The air smelled of wet wool and burning oak. Below, the courtyard was a sea of torchlight. The King’s men moved...

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