The Golden Quest
I was wiping the condensation from the glass of the customs house window when the Grey Hum began, a low, thrumming vibration that I felt not in my ears but in the marrow of my teeth, the same frequency that had rattled the teacups in Elara’s kitchen three days before the wall gave way and took her with it. My hand, still pressed against the cold pane, left a smear of oil and dust, a small, dark...
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