The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

I woke from a dream so heavy with the scent of wet ash and old blood that it lingered in my throat like a physical stone, a rough, grey pebble of memory that I could not spit out. The dream was of a city that did not exist, a place where the streets were paved with the bones of the dead and the air was so thick with magic that it felt less like an element and more like a living, breathing...

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