The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey veil that blurred the edges of the world and made the distant treeline of the Blackwood Ridge appear like a smudge of charcoal on wet paper. I stood at the window of my workshop, watching the droplets race each other down the glass, and I felt the familiar, cold weight of my hands. They were strong hands, capable of shaping...

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