The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The hall smelled of beeswax and old wool, a thick, suffocating perfume that settled in the throat. You sat at the long oak table, your hands folded in your lap, watching the light from the tallow candles gutter and die, only to be rekindled by the wind that shook the shutters. It was a feast, or what passed for one in the winter of that year, when the snow lay deep against the glass and the...

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