The Golden Quest
Act I The air in the guild hall smelled of boiled wool and stale beer. Giorgos Chrysos stood before the Master, his hands trembling as he presented the forged ledger. It was a heavy thing, bound in cracked leather, and it felt like a stone in his grip. The Master, a man whose face was a map of old scars, did not look at the book. He looked at Giorgos. The banquet had been loud, a riot of...
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