The Golden Quest
The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, persistent mist that settled into the wool of their cloaks and the very marrow of their bones, a cold that was not of temperature but of spirit. Thomas Ashworth walked ahead, his back rigid against the weight of the world he carried, not in his pack, but in the silence that had grown so thick around him over the last three...
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