The Golden Quest
The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a heavy, grey curtain drawn tight against the stone walls of the keep. It was a sound that ate the world, a damp, relentless hiss that seeped into the marrow of anything living. Elias stood by the high, narrow window, his back to the room, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not tasted blood in three years. He was a man carved from the same...
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