The Golden Quest
The gold filigree ring was not on your finger, yet you could feel the weight of it, a cold, heavy pressure against the pad of your left index finger as you woke in the dark of your study in 1893. You sat up, the sheets twisting around your waist, and looked at your hand, which was bare, the skin pale and unmarked, but the sensation remained, a phantom itch that felt like a second skin refusing...
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