The Golden Quest
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the dirt road that wound through the valley into a thick, sucking paste of mud that seemed to possess a will of its own, a stubborn and indifferent force that dragged at the wheels of the cart and weighed down the spirit of the man driving it. Thomas Ashworth sat hunched over the reins, his fingers white-knuckled and trembling not from the cold,...
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