The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The mud is cold. It soaks through the thin leather of your boots. You are running. The sound of hooves is behind you. Not horses. Something harder. Something that clicks like stone on stone. You know what it is. You have always known. The Golden Crown is not gold. It is a trap. But your hands are shaking. Your heart hammers against your ribs like a trapped bird. You are twelve. You are small....

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