The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The feast was a symphony of clinking silver and roasted pheasant, but my ears were tuned to a different frequency, the low, rhythmic thrumming of the marrow in my own left hand. I sat at the high table of the Guild Hall, the air thick with the scent of beeswax and stale ale, watching the candlelight dance across the faces of the Master Smiths. They laughed, a sound that felt like gravel in my...

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