The Golden Quest
The fog sat heavy on the moor, a gray shroud that swallowed the horizon whole. Elias stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots caked in the red clay of the highlands, and watched the mist curl around the ankles of the stone giants. He was a man of few words, a clerk from the valley below who had spent twenty years sorting grain ledgers by the light of a tallow candle. He was not a hero. He had...
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