The Golden Quest
The shilling slipped from her fingers and rolled across the damp stone floor of the cellar, coming to rest against the leg of a rusted loom. Elara Holloway did not move to retrieve it immediately; she watched it settle into a crevice of mortar that had long since crumbled into grey powder. The air in the basement was thick, heavy with the smell of wet wool and the faint, cloying sweetness of...
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