The Golden Quest
The rain had not stopped for three days, and the stone walls of the Hall of Whispers wept a constant, cold tear that pooled in the grooves of the flagstones. Elias Thorne stood before the Great Mirror, a slab of obsidian set into the ancient masonry of the royal court, his reflection staring back with a face he barely recognized. It was not a face that looked back, but a shape that mimicked his...
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