The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The hall was cold. It smelled of wet stone and old wax. Julian sat alone in the corner, his hands folded over his knees. He was an old man. His hair was white. His face was a map of deep lines. He watched the doors. They were closed. He waited. He had waited for many years. The years had worn him down like water on a stone. He was not afraid. He was tired. The doors opened. Light spilled in. It...

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