The Golden Quest
I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. It was thick, warm, and undeniable. I lay on the cold stone floor of the cellar, the air damp with rot and old wood. My head throbbed. A dull, rhythmic pain behind my eyes. I tried to move. My right hand was pinned. I looked down. I was holding a dagger. The blade was buried in the thigh of a man lying beside me. The man was still. His eyes were open,...
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