The Golden Quest
The sword bit into the bone of the beast, and the blood that spilled was not red, but a thick, viscous black that smelled of old iron and wet earth. Elias Vane did not scream. He had forgotten how to scream three winters ago, back when the first of the shadows had crawled out of the cellar in his brother’s house and eaten the dog. Now, he simply pushed, his arms trembling with the effort,...
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