The Golden Quest
The gate is locked, and the key is in your pocket, but you do not reach for it. You stand before the ironwork of the village boundary, where the cobblestones give way to the muddy track leading into the weeping willows, and the air smells of wet earth and impending rain. Behind you, the town of Oakhaven sits in the grey twilight, its stone walls slick with mist, its church bells silent for the...
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