The Golden Quest
The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain of static that erased the horizon and turned the heath into a soup of rot and mist. Aldous stood at the edge of the path, his boots sinking into the mud with a sound that felt too loud in the silence, while behind him, the great oak that had marked the boundary of his life for forty years groaned under the weight of the storm. He had come...
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