The Golden Quest
He woke with the taste of iron in his mouth. It was a cold night. The air smelled of wet stone and old rot. He lay on the floor of the hall. His armor was heavy. It pressed against his ribs. He could not move his legs. He tried to breathe. The breath came in short, sharp gasps. He was cold. A deep, bone-chilling cold. He looked up. The ceiling was high. It was dark. He saw a figure standing...
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