The Golden Quest
The axe bit into the oak with a sound like a bone snapping, and the wood shivered apart in a shower of pale, wet splinters. Thomas Bradshaw wiped the sweat from his brow with a forearm that smelled of resin and old iron, but the blade in his hand felt heavy, not with the weight of steel, but with the sudden, crushing gravity of the forest around him. He was not supposed to be here. He was a...
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