The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The iron of your breastplate has long since fused with the skin of your ribs, a cold, rigid lattice that no longer aches but merely holds you together. You are Sergeant Aldous Thorne, or perhaps you were, before the walls of this manor ceased to be stone and began to breathe. The air here is thick, not with dust, but with a heavy, sweet rot that tastes of old roses and rusted hinges. It is the...

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