The Golden Quest
The mist did not lift; it merely thickened, weaving itself into the very fabric of the stone walls that enclosed the high garden of the Palace of the Silver Crown. Here, at the apex of the kingdom, time did not march but pooled, stagnant and heavy, like the dark water of the moat below. Elias sat on a bench of cold granite, his hands resting on his knees, fingers stained with the green sludge...
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