The Golden Quest
The diamond tip bit into the lead caming, a sharp, gritty resistance that Elias Thorne felt in the marrow of his thumb. It was a small sound, a scrape like a fingernail on a chalkboard, but in the silence of the Great Hall workshop, it sounded like a bone breaking. He held the pane under the gaslight, tilting it until the surface caught the flame. The gold leaf was not gold. It was a curse,...
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