The Golden Quest
The iron collar bit into Elias Thorne’s neck, cold and unyielding, a constant reminder that he was property, not a man. He stared at the stone wall, where the green fuzz of the Whispering Moss pulsed in time with his own ragged breathing. "Release him," Elias rasped, his voice a dry crack in the damp air. "Kael is a child. You cannot hold him for treason when he was only a courier." There was...
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