The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The stone was cold, but it remembered the heat. I pressed my palm against the rough, mossy surface of the hearth, feeling the vibration of the fire that had burned for three hundred years. It was a low, thrumming hum, like a heartbeat trapped in the rock. I had come back to the house on the hill, the place my father called the Anchor, the place I was supposed to leave behind forever. But I had...

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