The Golden Quest
The air in the subterranean vault of the Blackgate Keep smelled of damp stone and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that had seeped into the very mortar of the ancient walls until it became the foundation of the place. Sir Aldric Thorne stood before the iron-bound door, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, the leather worn smooth by decades of service. He was a man carved from the...
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