The Golden Quest
The wind cut through the heavy wool of his greatcoat. It was a sharp, clinical blade. It found the gaps in the armor. It whispered of decay. "Stop," the voice said. It was not loud. It carried the weight of a closing door. Elias did not stop. He walked on. The gravel crunched under his boots. A rhythmic, mechanical sound. It matched the beat of his heart. Or perhaps his heart had stopped, and...
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