The Golden Quest
The hammer fell with a dull, heavy thud against the anvil, a sound that had defined the rhythm of Silas Vane’s life for forty years. He struck the red-hot iron again, his shoulder muscles burning with a familiar, aching heat, sweat stinging the cuts in his weathered hands. The forge was a small, soot-blackened room at the edge of the old manor estate, a place where the air hung thick with the...
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