The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The bell did not ring. It wept. I stood at the edge of the Weeping Field. The grass here was not green but a pale, translucent blue. It swayed without wind. In my hand, I held the Scepter of Aethelgard. It was made of bone. Or perhaps it was made of old light. It was warm against my palm. It pulsed with a rhythm that matched my own heart. I could not tell where my blood ended and the Scepter...

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