The Golden Quest
You dream of gold, not the coinage of merchants, but the heavy, viscous light of the Golden Bloom, a plant that grows only in the shadow of impending death. You wake with the scent of ozone and wet earth clinging to your skin, the air in the cottage thick with the silence that precedes a storm, and you know with a certainty that chills your marrow that your sister Mara is in labor. It is the...
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