The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The ice broke first. Then the light. I held the shard in my palm. It was cold. Not the cold of winter. The cold of distance. I am not human. I never was. I am a thing of the frost. A whisper given shape. I live in the gaps between breaths. I left the house at dawn. The town was still. Gray. Wet. Margaret was waiting. She stood by the gate. Her coat was red. A splash of blood on the snow. You...

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