The Golden Quest
The light in Vael did not come from the sun. It came from the vents, a pale, sickly yellow that hummed at a frequency you could feel in your teeth before you saw it. Reyna Loera stood in the center of the banquet hall, the air heavy with roasted lamb and the metallic tang of the Rust. She was thirty-four, a senior inspector in the Ministry of Internal Order, and she felt the weight of the...
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