The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The mist did not roll in. It stood up. Elara stood at the edge of the pier. The wood was slick with black algae. She held the lantern. It was cold. The glass was thin. "Are you ready?" said Thomas. He did not look at her. He looked at the fog. His coat was grey. It blended with the water. "I am," she said. Her voice was small. It did not carry. The wind took it. They had come to the Threshold....

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