The Golden Quest
The rain had stopped, but the air still tasted of wet stone and old copper. "You missed the mark," said Julian. He did not look up from his ledger. His quill scratched against the parchment, a dry, rasping sound that seemed to pierce the silence of the chamber. "I hit it," Elias replied. His voice was steady, though his hands trembled slightly. He adjusted the collar of his robe, feeling the...
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