The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The wind did not howl so much as it argued, a low, grinding friction against the eaves of the stone house that seemed to have grown out of the hillside rather than been built upon it. Cillian stood at the threshold, his boots caked in the red mud of the valley below, and watched his mother bundle the last of the provisions into a pack that looked too large for her shoulders. She did not look...

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