The Golden Quest
The wind in the valley did not howl; it whispered, a low, continuous hum that sounded like the breathing of a vast, sleeping beast. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots caked in the red clay of the highlands, watching the mist roll in from the sea below. He was a man who had spent forty years holding a line, keeping the chaos at bay, but today the line was eroding. In his left...
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