The Golden Quest
The old stone hall sat at the edge of the village like a broken tooth in a rotting jaw, its mortar crumbling in long, soft strips that fell to the earth with a sound indistinguishable from the sighs of the people who lived in its shadow. I was there because I had to be, because the road behind me was closed by the iron fist of Magistrate Thorne, and the road ahead led only to the gates of that...
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