The Golden Quest
The sword is heavy. It is heavier than it should be. You feel the weight of it in your shoulder, in the arch of your spine, in the teeth you clench against the noise of the world. You are in the courtyard of the Blackwood estate. The stone is cold under your boots. The air smells of wet iron and old blood. They are coming. You see them. Three men in the livery of the Crown. Their armor is...
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