The Golden Quest
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, grey sheet that turned the cobblestones of the lower district into a slick, reflective mess where the gutters ran brown with mud and rot. I counted the hours in the small, damp cell they had given me, measuring them by the dripping of a single leak in the ceiling, each drop a cold, heavy percussion against the stone floor. It was the third...
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