The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The frost on the windowpane was thick, a white crust that muffled the world outside until it sounded like a held breath. You pressed your palm against the cold glass. It bit into your skin, a sharp, clean pain that grounded you. Inside, the air was still, heavy with the scent of damp wool and the faint, sweet rot of the apples in the cellar. You could not see the snow falling, but you knew it...

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