The Golden Quest
The taste of copper and old dust flooded my mouth the moment the ceiling collapsed, a physical weight that crushed the breath from my lungs and pinned me beneath the splintered beams of the nursery where I had spent the last seven years of my life waiting for the world to correct itself, while my twin brother, Julian, stood untouched in the doorway, his face a mask of serene indifference that...
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