The Golden Quest
You wake to the smell of rotting lilies and wet stone. The air in the chamber is thick, heavy as a wool blanket soaked in river water, and it presses against your lungs with a suffocating intimacy. You are not in a bed. You are lying on the cold flagstones of the Undercroft, the vast, vaulted cellar beneath the Keep of Blackwood, a place where the shadows do not simply exist but crawl, testing...
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