The Golden Quest
The cellar door slammed shut with a violence that shook the dust from the rafters. Elias wiped his hands on his apron. He did not look up. The air in the room was thick, heavy with the scent of wet stone and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Below him, in the dark, something was breathing. They called him the Keeper. It was a title he had never asked for, yet it had stuck to him like burrs to...
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