The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

1842. The stone remembers. It is a cold, wet fact, heavier than the mortar I mix in the grey dawn light. I am Elias, thirty-two, and my hands are raw from the chisel, the skin split and bleeding into the dust of the crypt. My sister, Margaret, is dead, but her soul has not yet left the house. The rule is simple, though the Guild calls it superstition: the stone cracks if the living lie. I am...

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