The Golden Quest
The road to the north was not a road in any sense that the maps of the kingdom would recognize, for it was a path of compressed silence and ancient, gnarled roots that seemed to bleed into the frost-bitten earth, and you walked it with a heavy, deliberate rhythm, your boots crunching against the gravel that felt less like stone and more like the broken teeth of the world. You were the Inspector...
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