The Golden Quest
The candlelight in the great hall of Ashworth Manor trembles not from the draft, but from the sheer, oppressive weight of the silence that has settled over the assembled knights, a silence so thick it feels like a physical substance pressing against your eardrums, a void that swallows the clinking of silver goblets and the low murmurs of the courtiers who have come to witness the end of your...
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