The Golden Quest
The morning the kiln cracked, it did not shatter with a violent scream but rather with a sigh, a long, exhalation of heat that seemed to draw the very air out of the room and leave it thick with the scent of burnt earth and ozone. Elias Vane stood in the center of the workshop, his hands still stained with the grey dust of clay, watching as the great ceramic vessel, the culmination of three...
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