The Golden Quest
The bell tolls. It is not a sound but a weight, a leaden fist striking the hollow of your chest. You stand at the threshold of the manor, the heavy oak door groaning open in the stale, incense-choked air. The house holds its breath. You are leaving. Or rather, you are being expelled, though you still cling to the fantasy of choice. Your name is Elias. It is a name of stone, of old foundations,...
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