The Golden Quest
The rain had not stopped for three days, and the mud in the courtyard of the Old Keep had turned into a thick, sucking paste that seemed to want to swallow the boots of those who walked it. Sir Aelric stood by the window, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, watching the grey water drip from the eaves, while inside the great hall, the air was hot with breath and anger. He was a man of...
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