The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The axe head sat in my palm, its wood worn smooth by twenty years of my grip, the iron edge dull and black with old rust. I held it over the stump of the great oak in the Halloran courtyard, the blade trembling not from fear, but from the cold that had settled into my bones that morning. The tree had fallen overnight, a catastrophic snap of wood that shook the windows of the manor and buried...

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