The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The ink smelled of iron and old rain. I woke in the dream with the seal already broken. The wax was cool on my thumb. Black. Cold. It had not been red a moment before. "You see?" Thomas said. His voice was smooth as river stone. He did not look at me. He looked at the map. The map was not paper. It was skin. Pale, translucent skin stretched over a frame of bone. "I see," I said. My voice...

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