The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The dream was not of fire or flight, but of ink, a thick and viscous black liquid that pooled in the hollows of his hands and ran down his wrists, smelling of iron and old paper, until he woke in the damp stone cell beneath the Great Hall, the smell of damp wool and fear clinging to the air, and realized that the ink was not a metaphor but a memory, the memory of the seal he had pressed into...

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