The Golden Quest
The axe bit into the oak, and you felt the vibration travel up through the wood, into the iron haft, and straight into the marrow of your forearms, a shuddering pulse that was less a sensation of impact and more a resonance of something ancient and deeply buried beneath the floorboards of the castle’s great hall. You are seven, and you are not supposed to be here, not in the King’s private...
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