The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The hammer struck the anvil not with the crisp ring of steel, but with a dull, heavy thud, like a fist closing against wet clay. I was mid-swing, the heat of the forge blurring my vision, when the metal I was shaping suddenly stopped behaving. It did not bend. It did not shatter. It simply ceased to exist in the physical world, becoming a ghost of weight in my hands, a phantom pressure that my...

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