The Golden Quest
14th of October, 1893. I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth and the terrible, heavy sensation of lead in my left arm. For thirty-two years, I have been Elias Thorne, junior clerk in the Imperial Archive, a man defined by the slow, creeping transmutation of my left hand into gold. The Court calls it The Gilded Curse, a sign of divine favor that brings with it a dull, constant ache in the...
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