The Golden Quest
The tower stood in the center of the city like a broken tooth. It was white stone, ancient and silent. Cael sat on the cold steps below it. His armor clanked softly when he shifted. The metal was dented. It had not been polished in years. He looked up at the spire. It was cracked. A jagged line ran from the base to the top. The city slept behind the cracks. The people did not wake. They waited...
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