The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The stone was cold. It was a small, rough thing, no larger than a man’s thumb, held tightly in the palm of Elias Thorne. He sat alone in the high window of the keep. The wind off the moor bit at his face. He did not shiver. He had stopped shivering three days ago. Below, the courtyard was empty. The guards stood at the gates, their armor dull under the grey sky. They did not look up. They never...

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