The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The fog did not roll in; it descended, a heavy, wet shroud that swallowed the streets of Oakhaven whole. I remember the moment the cold touched my skin, not as a chill, but as a presence, a hand pressing against my sternum. I was wearing the shawl. It was woven from a thread so fine it seemed spun from moonlight, a fabric that held the warmth of a body that was no longer mine. I had found it in...

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