The Golden Visit
The rain had not ceased for three days, turning the red earth of the valley into a viscous, sucking mire that seemed determined to devour us whole. We were moving toward the ridge, a formation of jagged granite that cut the sky like a broken tooth, but the path was not merely difficult; it was actively hostile, sloughing away beneath our boots with a wet, slapping sound that echoed in the...
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