The Golden Quest
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the Old Quarter into slick mirrors reflecting the low, bruised clouds above, and as you stand in the shadow of the gatehouse, your hand resting on the cold iron of your sword hilt, you feel the weight of the silence that has settled over the keep, a silence so heavy it seems to press against your...
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