The Golden Quest
The chisel bit into the limestone with a sound like a bone breaking. Elias wiped the dust from his forehead, leaving a grey streak across the red skin. He was forty years old, and his hands felt older than that, stiff and knotted from twenty years of breaking rock. The workshop was cramped, the air thick with the dry, chalky taste of the quarry. Outside, the rain lashed against the single,...
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