The Golden Quest
The physician’s boots scuffed the stone floor, a dry, rasping sound that cut through the heavy silence of the sickroom. "You cannot leave, boy. The air is thick with the sickness, and the King’s seal is not yours to break for a child’s whim." I stood by the bed where Thomas lay, his skin glistening with the cold sweat that had plagued him for three days, his eyes closed in a fevered sleep that...
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