The Golden Quest
The ink is dry on the ledger, but your hand is not. You are Elias, forty-two, a scribe in the city of Oakhaven, and you are terrified. The winter solstice is three days away. By then, your pension must be secured, or you will be cast out into the cold like the rest of the lower district. Your eyes ache behind the thick lenses of your spectacles, a constant, grinding pressure that makes the...
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