The Golden Quest
The bread is going stale. You can feel it in the crust, a hardening that mimics the bone in your hand. You are standing in the kitchen of the old stone house, the one that smells of damp earth and woodsmoke. Your wife, Elara, is at the door. She is not looking at you. She is looking at the village beyond the yard, where the fog is lifting and the eyes of the town are turning toward you. "Go,"...
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