The Golden Quest
The bell tower shakes. Dust rains from the rafters. You stand in the center of the archive, your back against the cold stone of the main pillar. The air tastes of chalk and old blood. Your hands are steady. They have been steady for forty years. You are not afraid. Fear is a luxury for those who have something left to lose. You have lost everything. That is why you are here. The doors burst...
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