The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The air in the Great Hall tastes of iron and old dust. You stand before the King, your hands bound by silk that cuts into your wrists. The courtiers watch. They do not look at your face. They look at the glass shard in your hand. It is small. It is jagged. It is the only thing you own. "Look at him," the King says. His voice is dry. "Look at the beast." You do not look back. You look at the...

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