The Golden Quest
The blade of the sword bit into the bronze, and the sound that followed was not a ring but a scream, a high, thin shriek that tore through the silence of the tower and vibrated in the teeth of every man present. Elias Thorne did not pull the weapon back. He held it there, the hilt slick with sweat, his arms trembling not from fear but from the sheer, physical exhaustion of having swung a heavy...
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