The Golden Quest
The rain had not stopped for forty days, and the city had begun to drown in its own grey, relentless weeping, a sorrow that seeped through the mortar of the high walls and into the bones of the old stone, eroding the foundation of the world you had sworn to protect. You are standing in the center of the Bureau of Internal Integrity, a vast, circular chamber of cold marble and shadowed arches...
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