The Golden Quest
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the lower city into slick mirrors reflecting the soot-stained facades of the guild halls. I stood in the shadow of the Iron Gate, my hand resting on the pommel of my sword, feeling the familiar, dull ache in my knuckles. It was a pain that had become so constant it felt less like an injury and...
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