The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

"You’re late, Arthur." The voice did not come from the doorway. It came from the floorboards. It vibrated through the soles of his boots, a low, wet hum that tasted of copper and old rain. Arthur did not turn. He kept his eyes fixed on the dust motes dancing in the single beam of light that cut through the window. The room was cold. The air was thick. It smelled of damp wool and rot. "Time is a...

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