The Golden Quest
The sword broke. That was the first thing I noticed. Not the pain, not the blood soaking through my wool tunic, but the snap of the steel against the obsidian floor. My father’s heirloom. The blade that had cut through the thorns of the Thornwood for three generations. It lay in two pieces before me, glinting with a cold, dead light. I stared at it. I was twelve years old. I was supposed to be...
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