The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The ink in the vial was black as a starless night, and it smelled of iron and old blood. I held the quill with a hand that trembled not from fear, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the duty that had been pressed into my palm since the day I was born. The city of Oakhaven lay before me, a sprawling beast of stone and shadow, its spires piercing the low, bruised clouds of the autumn sky. I...

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