The Golden Quest
The dream came not as a vision of light, but as a weight, a dense and suffocating pressure against the sternum, like the air in a flooded mine shaft. Thomas Ashworth woke with the taste of copper in his mouth, the metallic tang of old blood and newer anxiety. He lay still in the narrow cot that served as his residence in the back room of the general store, listening to the wind rasp against the...
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