The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The frost bit at the iron gates of the keep. I watched the breath of the sentries. They were thin wisps. Like the smoke of a dying candle. I am the Inquisitor. My duty is to find the rot. The rot that eats the heart of the realm. The King sits high in the tower. He is cold. He is stone. He looks down on us all. He sees only the shape of obedience. He does not see the truth. The truth is in the...

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