The Golden Quest
The mud was thick. Black. It sucked at the boots. "Keep moving, Silas." The voice came from the left. Low. Gravel in the throat. Silas did not look up. He looked at the mud. The mud was hungry. It had eaten three men this week. It ate them slowly. It ate them politely. "Almost there," Silas said. "Almost is a lie," the man on the left said. His name was Thomas. Thomas was tall. Thomas had no...
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