The Golden Quest
The fracture did not begin with a sound, but with a silence so absolute it seemed to suck the air from the lungs of the world, leaving the sky a bruised and trembling purple above the shattered spires of the institute. Margaret Holloway stood at the center of the atrium, her hands trembling not with fear but with the profound, instinctual weight of the object she held, a vessel of molten gold...
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