The Golden Quest
The hammer fell with a resonance that traveled up the handle, through the calloused grip of Arthur Pendelton’s hand, and settled deep in the marrow of his bones, a vibration that felt less like impact and more like the settling of a geological fault line. He stood before the great oak doors of the Keep, the wood grain dark and swollen with the weight of centuries, and the air around him was...
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