The Golden Quest
The limestone block sat on the scaffold, cold and heavy as a coffin lid, and my hand was trembling so badly I could feel the chisel skipping across the surface, shaving off flakes of white dust that drifted down into the dark like snow. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, and the Master Mason of Oakhaven, a title I have held for fifteen years, but today the stone cracked with a sharp, brittle snap...
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