The Golden Quest
The cart wheels groaned against the packed earth of the valley floor, a rhythmic, wooden complaint that seemed to echo the hollow ache in my chest, and I clutched the strap of my satchel so tightly that the leather bit into the flesh of my palm, a sharp, grounding pain that reminded me I was still alive, still breathing the cold, damp air of a town that had turned its back on me, a place where...
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