The Golden Quest
The fog lay thick on the cobblestones of Millhaven, a grey shroud that swallowed the gaslights and blurred the edges of the world. Elara stood before the mirror in her small, damp apartment. She did not look at her face. She looked at the shawl. It was woven from thread that shimmered with an impossible, cold gold. It had been her mother’s, before the fever took her, and before the town turned...
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