The Golden Quest
The pain in your left hand is not a memory but a geography, a map of fractures and calluses that you have traced so often with your fingertips that the skin there has become translucent, revealing the dark, intricate architecture of bone beneath, and you sit now in the grey, dust-moted stillness of the study, holding the silver mirror up to the candlelight, watching the reflection that looks...
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