The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The fog did not roll in from the sea, as the common folk believed, but seeped up from the cracked flagstones of the Weeping Chapel, a low, viscous grey that tasted of copper and old rain. Sir Aldric stood before the shattered arch, his armor dented from three years of border skirmishes, the metal groaning softly against his ribs as he adjusted the grip on his sword. He was forty years old, a...

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