The Golden Quest
The letter lay on the table, its edges yellowed, the ink faded to a bruised purple. It was a notice of default from the Bank of Oria, dated three days prior. The sum was four hundred and twelve pounds, a debt that had grown from Julian’s final wages like a tumor in the wall. Elara traced the line with a finger that was raw and cold. The cellar below smelled of damp earth and rot, but the air in...
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