The Golden Quest
The heavy oak door of the Keep did not creak; it groaned, a low, tectonic complaint that seemed to rise from the very bedrock of the hill. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the threshold, his breath misting in the cold air of the highlands, his eyes fixed on the structure that had consumed the last ten years of his life. It was not a castle in the romantic sense, lacking turrets or banners, but a...
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