The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain did not fall; it hung. It was a curtain of silver mist, thick and heavy, draped over the valley of Oakhaven. It did not wet the ground. It did not soak the clothes. It simply existed, a suspended breath of water that refused to touch the earth. Elias stood alone in the center of the square. He was a man of forty, unremarkable in build, dressed in the grey wool of a mid-level...

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