The Golden Quest
The hunger did not begin in the belly, but in the marrow, a slow, tectonic grinding that Edward Ashworth felt long before he saw the first sign of the white rot. He was a clerk of modest reputation in the valley of Aelwyn, a man whose life had been measured in ink, paper, and the quiet, rhythmic tolling of the bell tower, yet the sickness that had taken hold of his wife, Eleanor, rendered his...
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