The Golden Quest
The dream was always the same, a slow erosion of the face. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of ash on his tongue, the grey dust of his dead sister Mara clinging to his lips, her features dissolving into nothingness before his eyes. He sat up in the straw pallet that served as his bed in the cellar beneath the tanning yard, the damp cold seeping through his roughspun shirt, and looked at his...
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