The Golden Quest
The rain had been falling on the town of Oakhaven for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the cobblestone streets into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the dim glow of the lanterns. It was a weather that suited the mood of the place, heavy and suffocating, pressing down on the shoulders of those who walked its narrow lanes. In the center of the town square stood the Hall of...
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