The Golden Quest
The road to the highlands did not end so much as it dissolved into a grey, humming static that Margaret had learned to trust more than the solid earth beneath her boots, a texture of reality that felt less like geology and more like the worn velvet lining of a coffin that had been opened and closed too many times, shifting her perception of distance and weight in ways that made her knees buckle...
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