The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The bowl sat in the center of the table, heavy with the scent of rot. It was a clay vessel, unglazed, cracked along the rim where a thumb had once pressed. Inside, the porridge boiled black. It did not smell of grain. It smelled of wet earth and iron. Margaret stood before it, her hands trembling not with fear, but with a terrible, familiar hunger. She was the only one who could see the steam...

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