The Golden Quest
The dream was not a dream at all, but a waking that felt more like the sleep of the dead, a heavy, viscous suspension in the air of the chapel where Brother Elias lay with his hands bound to the pillars of stone, his breath a shallow, ragged thing against the cold, and the silence of the vaulted room pressing down upon him like the weight of centuries, a silence that was not empty but full of...
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