The Golden Quest
The dream was of gold. Not coins, nor bars, but a liquid light that pooled in the hollows of his hands. It tasted of iron and honey. He woke with his fingers curled tight, as if holding something heavy and hot. The room was cold. The fire in the hearth was a bed of grey ash. Outside, the wind scraped against the stone walls of the cottage like a beggar’s nails. Elias sat up. His joints popped....
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