The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The tallow had turned the color of old teeth, a translucent, waxy thing that sat on the workbench like a frozen tear, and I watched it with the kind of stillness that comes before a storm breaks. My hands, stained dark with the residue of a hundred such experiments, rested flat against the grain of the oak, feeling the cold seep through the wood into my bones. It was a Tuesday in November, the...

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