The Golden Quest
The chisel struck the vein of pale quartz with a sound like a knuckle cracking against a frozen river, sending a spray of crystalline dust into the air that hung suspended in the amber light of the workshop, a fine powder that settled on the brow of Elias Thorne as he worked, his muscles coiled in a tension that had become indistinguishable from his own skeleton over the decades of his labor....
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