The Golden Quest
The feast was a riot of tallow light and roasted pork, the air thick with the scent of woodsmoke and the sweat of men who had marched for a fortnight under a gray, unyielding sky. In the center of the long wooden table, a silver chalice caught the flickering glow, but no one drank from it. They stared at the center of the floor, where the mud was still fresh from the road. Seraphina stood by...
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