The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The iron clanged. A dull, rhythmic thud against the gate. I was bleeding. The blood was warm on my chin. It tasted of copper and rust. I wiped it away with a rag. My hands shook. The cell was cold. The air was thick with the smell of wet stone and old sweat. I was a prisoner. I held the shard in my pocket. It cut through the fabric. A thin line of fire ran up my thigh. I did not look at it. I...

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