The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The cloak was heavy. Not with weight, but with the memory of a thousand nights it had kept from freezing. It was a patchwork of dark wools, faded to the color of dried blood and old mud. It hung from the hook by the door of the small stone cottage, a shadow that seemed to breathe in the draft. Elias stood before it. He was an old man, his face a map of deep lines carved by wind and worry. His...

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