The Golden Quest
You are walking into the archive with the taste of iron and old dust on your tongue, a flavor that has settled into the back of your throat over the last three years of service. The air in the Hall of Records is not merely cold; it is pressurized, heavy with the weight of unspoken oaths and the static charge of secrets that have been sealed in lead and linen for centuries. You adjust the...
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