The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The stone breathes. You feel it. A slow, wet inhalation in the walls of the Abbey. You are here. You are the mortar. You are the dust. Look at your hands. They are grey. They are cracked. They are not flesh. They are plaster. You do not remember your name. You do not remember the sun. You remember only the weight. The weight of the lintel above you. The weight of the arch you support. You are a...

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