The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The locket hangs heavy at your throat. It is gold, cold against the skin, and it does not take. It will not rust. It will not break. It is the only thing in this wretched, damp world that remains unchanged. You sit in the corner of the scriptorium, the smell of ink and mildew thick in the air. Outside, the rain lashes the stone walls of the Abbey of St. Jude. You are Thomas. You are the scribe....

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