The Golden Quest
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the stone walls of the priory into weeping faces, and it was inside this damp, stone-chested silence that the argument began. It did not start with a shout, but with a low, grinding hum in the back of the throat, a sound that Maren knew well, for it was the sound of her own blood trying to escape a body that no longer...
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