The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The moss on your fingernails is not green anymore. It is the color of old bruised meat, a dull, drying brown that flakes away when you rub your thumb against the cold stone of the cell wall. You have been here for three years. Or perhaps four. Time in the High Keep does not move in hours or days; it moves in the slow, grinding rotation of the sun through the narrow arrow slits, a thin blade of...

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