The Golden Quest
The castle does not have a name, but you know it is there. It rises from the mist like a scar on the face of the earth, a jagged silhouette of black stone against the pale, bleeding sky. You have seen it in your sleep for years, standing at the edge of the forest, waiting. You are a clerk in a small town where the winters are long and the people speak softly to avoid waking the ghosts in the...
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