The Golden Quest
I woke with the taste of iron and copper on my tongue, a metallic tang that seemed to originate not from my mouth but from the very marrow of my bones, a sensation so profound and visceral that it felt less like a waking and more like a second birth into a world that had been quietly, ruthlessly stripped of its color. The light filtering through the warped, coal-smoke-stained window of my...
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