The Golden Quest
The iron door of the keep groaned. It was not a polite sound. It was the sound of a tooth pulled from a jaw that had refused to break. Captain Silas Vane stood in the courtyard, rain slicking his tunic, and watched the heavy oak shutters slam against the stone. He did not look up. He looked at the ground. The mud was thick here, black and heavy, smelling of rot and iron. A scream cut the air....
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