The Golden Quest
The iron of the spearhead bit deep into my shoulder, a cold, sharp pain that bloomed not as agony but as a sudden, terrifying clarity, like ice water flooding a room that had been too warm. I stood in the center of the great hall of my father’s estate, the stone floor slick with the rain that had been drumming against the high, arched windows for three days straight. Before me, the King’s own...
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