The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a heavy, grey curtain that strangled the light from the sky and turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into a slick, black mirror. I stood at the gate of the Abbey, my hands raw from the iron and the cold, watching the water pool around my boots. The air smelled of wet stone, decaying leaves, and the faint, metallic tang of the iron mine in the valley...

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