The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suspended breath over the city that smelled of wet wool and old stone. You stood at the threshold of the great hall, your hand resting on the cold iron of your sidearm, feeling the weight of it not as a weapon but as a anchor to your sanity. It was a heavy thing, that weight, pressing against the hip of your uniform, a physical...

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