The Golden Quest
The dream always began with the smell of wet limestone and the sound of a bell that had no rope attached, just a hollow clang that seemed to come from inside the stone itself. Thomas Ashworth woke in his workshop in the small, fog-draped town of Oakhaven, the scent still clinging to his nostrils, his hands trembling as he reached for the cold iron of his workbench. He was a craftsman of small,...
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