The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The bone was in her hand. It was warm. It was wet. It was breaking. Margaret knelt in the mud of the field. The rain had stopped, but the sky was still a bruised purple, heavy and low. She held the radius of a rabbit against her palm. The skin was peeling. The marrow was exposed. She could smell the iron of it. She could feel the vibration of it in her teeth. "Stop," said Elias. He was standing...

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