The Golden Quest
Chapter One My hands were slick with salt brine as I hauled the heavy chain across the reclamation yard, the metal biting into my palms, while the dry cold of the mountain air preserved every scratch and flake of rust on the dead machines around us. I was thirty-two, the revenuier of the salt roads, and I had twenty-three of the Tannery Steps left to climb before the Guild Master’s office...
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