The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The glass tower did not fall. It shattered. Marcus stared at the ruin. The facade of the Vane Spire, once a needle of tempered glass and steel piercing the smog, was now a jagged crown of debris. Dust hung in the air like gray snow. It settled on his eyelashes. It coated his tongue. He tasted iron. He tasted ash. He was small. He was wet. He was cold. The city below screamed. Not with voices....

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