The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The air in the Hall of Records did not smell of dust, as the outsiders believed. It smelled of iron and dried lavender, a scent that clung to the tongue like a warning. I sat in the alcove of the seventh tier, my fingers stained with the black ink of the scribes, my hands trembling not from cold but from the weight of the silence. I am not a man. I am not a woman. I am a thing of the margins, a...

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