The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The stone sat in Elias’s palm, cold at first, then warm, then hot. It was a rough, uncut nugget, no larger than a walnut, bought from a traveling peddler for a sum that had emptied his last savings. The workshop smelled of sulfur and old sweat. Outside, the wind rattled the shutters of the narrow street in Bruges. Elias coughed, a dry, hacking sound that seemed to tear at the inside of his...

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