The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The bell rang. It was a dull, heavy sound, like a stone dropped into deep water. Wren stood by the window. The glass was cold against her forehead. Outside, the fog rolled in from the moor. It swallowed the village of Blackwater whole. She looked down at her hands. They were trembling. In her left palm lay the silver clasp. It was warm. It had been cold for a hundred years, they said. Now it...

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