The Golden Quest
The road into the Ashen Vale did not merely exist; it was carved, a deep, jagged scar in the flesh of the ancient earth, winding through a landscape that had long since forgotten the geometry of the sun. Elias Thorne walked it, his boots heavy with the silt of a world that was dissolving, the air thick with the metallic tang of ozone and the sweet, cloying rot of spores that drifted like grey...
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