The Golden Quest
I woke with the taste of iron and old dust on my tongue, the weight of the chain still humming in my wrist. It was not a dream, though it felt like the lingering fog of one, a grey mist that refused to lift as I sat on the edge of my straw pallet. The room was the same as it had always been: a cold stone chamber within the keep of Blackwood Hall, smelling of damp moss and the faint, sweet rot...
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