The Golden Quest
The glass did not break when I dropped it; it shattered, a sound like a winter lake cracking under the weight of a heavy horse, scattering light across the stone floor of the workshop in a dozen jagged, trembling shards that seemed to pulse with their own faint, internal life. I stood there, my hands still raised in the air, suspended in the moment of impact, watching the pieces settle into the...
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