The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The bell tower stood in the center of the dream, not built of stone, but of bone. It was white and porous, humming with a low, dry vibration that I felt in my teeth. I was small. I had always been small, but here, the scale was wrong. My hands were too large for the shadows I cast. They were pale, trembling things, gripping the hem of a tunic that smelled of wet wool and old blood. I knew I was...

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