The Golden Quest
The house did not burn, which was the first anomaly, and the one that would define the remainder of Elias Thorne’s existence in this country. It simply ceased to be solid, the plaster flaking away like dry skin from a fevered body, revealing not the lath beneath but a void of such absolute, humming silence that it felt less like emptiness and more like a held breath. Elias stood on the porch,...
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