The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The letter arrived with the post, sealed in wax the color of dried blood. "Your tithe is due, Brath Wex." Hale did not look up from his ledger. The scratching of his pen was the only sound in the office, a dry, rhythmic rasp against the paper. Wex stood by the window, watching the drying wind split the fruit on the terraces below. The wind was a physical fact, a blade that stripped the skin...

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