The Golden Quest
You wake with the taste of iron in your mouth. The cell is cold. Stone walls. No windows. Only the drip of water. It falls. Tick. Tock. It marks time. You count. You do not sleep. You are a man of duty. You are a Warden. You keep the peace. Or so you told yourself. Your hands are bound. Rough rope. It bites into your skin. You look down. You see the blood. It is bright red. It is your blood. Or...
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