The Golden Quest
The knocking did not stop when I raised my lantern, it simply waited for the light to catch the grain of the wood before resuming its dull, rhythmic thud against the interior face of the stone wall. I set my ledger on the cold table, the ink still wet from the last entry, and listened to the mountain breathe. Three years. That was how long Julian had been gone, three years since the High...
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