The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine gray mist that clung to the stone walls of the manor. It was a damp that seeped into the bones. I stood in the corridor, my hand resting on the pommel of my sword. The metal was cold. It had been cold for years. I was a knight of the household. Or so they said. My name was Sir Elias. I wore the livery of House Alden. Black velvet,...

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