The Golden Quest
You carry the jar in your left hand, the glass cool and heavy against the palm of your skin, a vessel for a silence that has grown too loud to be ignored. The road stretches out before you, a ribbon of pale dust wound through the heather, leading up to the castle that crowns the ridge like a jagged tooth in the sky. It is not a journey of miles, but of hours, of steps measured in the beating of...
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