The Golden Quest
The boundary was not a line but a frequency, a low, thrumming vibration that Maren felt in the teeth of her jaw before she saw the iron gate, a gate that did not belong to any parish in the county of Kent or the industrial sprawls of the North, a gate that stood alone in a field of grey, unyielding fog, its surface pitted with the rust of a century’s neglect, yet humming with a power that...
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