The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The fog sat heavy on the moor. It tasted of iron and old rain. Caelan pulled his cloak tighter. The wool was stiff with damp. It chafed against his neck. He walked. One step. Then another. The stones beneath his boots were slick. They whispered under his weight. He was tired. His bones ached. The cold had crept into them. It stayed there. It would not leave. He carried the seal. It hung from...

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