The Golden Quest
The rain tasted of iron. “Stay down,” Elias hissed. His voice was a rasp. Sandpaper on skin. The mud sucked at his boots. Cold. Soaking. He pressed his face into the wet earth. The smell of rot. Of decay. Of something alive, dying. He waited. The silence was loud. Then, the sound of a boot. Crunch. Softly. Near. Elias did not move. His heart hammered. A drum. A trapped bird. He closed his eyes....
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