The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The shield cracked. It was a small sound. A dry snap, like a branch breaking under a boot. I did not flinch. I am used to pain. Pain is just the body telling the soul it is still here. I stood in the center of the square. The sun was high. It bleached the color from the cobblestones. My hands were bleeding. The metal of my sword was slick with red. Around me, the crowd was silent. They watched....

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