The Golden Quest
The first thing I noticed was the silence, a thick, woolen thing that choked the air in the workshop, followed immediately by the shattering of my left hand, not with a pop but with a wet, grinding crack that sounded like a branch breaking under the weight of a heavy snowfall, and I looked down to see the skin splitting along the metacarpals, the flesh tearing away from the bone in long, red...
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