The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The train smelled of coal dust and wet wool. Elias sat in the corner of the carriage, his hands folded in his lap. They were trembling. Not from cold. From the weight of what he carried. A small glass vial. Inside, a drop of liquid that glowed with a faint, sickly amber light. It was his mother’s voice. He had distilled it. Separated the spirit from the silence. She had been dead for three...

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