The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

Hollis. The name was called by the guard at the gate, sharp and final, as I stepped off the coach. I was thirty-four, a sergeant of the garrison, and I had come home to find my father dying. The air in the valley was thin and cold, carrying the scent of wet stone and woodsmoke. I carried a single object in my pocket, wrapped in a handkerchief. It was an iron key, worn smooth by decades of my...

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