The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

I woke with my hands full of water. The liquid was cold, clear, and heavy in my palms. I tried to hold it, but it seeped between my fingers, dripping onto the floorboards of the small apartment. I looked down. The water was not water. It was a thin, pale mist, smelling of iron and old paper. I opened my eyes. The ceiling was peeling. A crack ran across the plaster like a vein. My name is Elias....

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