The Golden Quest
The fire burns high. The hall is loud. You stand there. You are cold. The ale is warm. It burns down. It tastes of iron. You drink. You must drink. The king is here. He looks at you. His eyes are dark. They see through you. He is a god. He is a stone. He does not blink. You do not blink. You wait. The music stops. The silence is heavy. It presses on your chest. You feel it. You know what comes...
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