The Golden Quest
The hammer slipped, and the lead came loose with a sound like a bone snapping. I caught the shard of cobalt glass before it hit the floor, my fingers closing around the jagged edge until the pain was a sharp, bright thing that cut through the fog of my head. It was the third day of the feast of St. Luke, and the workshop was cold enough to see the breath of the dogs sleeping in the corner. I...
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