The Golden Quest
The morning light in the Hall of Eternal Accounting did not rise; it seeped, a pale and cold fluid that pooled in the corners of the vast, vaulted chamber where the souls of the recently deceased were weighed, sorted, and filed. It was a place of such profound silence that the scratching of the quill on parchment sounded like the breaking of bones. Here, amidst the dust motes that danced in the...
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