The Golden Quest
The mist was thick as milk and smelled of burnt honey. Captain Elias Thorne wiped the condensation from his eyes, the golden haze clinging to his eyelashes like sticky cobwebs. He had walked for three days from the coast, his boots heavy with mud, his mind fixed on a single, burning point: Julian. His brother lay in a fever in the inn at the city’s edge, his skin mottled with the black spots of...
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