The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The banquet hall smelled of burnt sugar and old wood. Candles guttered in the draft, throwing long, trembling shadows against the soot-stained walls. Elias sat at the head of the table. He did not eat. He watched his own hands. They were trembling. Not from cold. From hunger. A deep, cellular ache that had no name. He was the town’s seer. Or so they claimed. The mill owners paid him to look...

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