The Golden Quest
Chapter One Who else in this city builds their life inside a crater of dust and silence? I asked the foreman, Kael, as I hauled the last crate of vellum up the stairs to the archive. He did not look up from his ledger, his pen scratching a rhythm that sounded like teeth grinding against bone. My name is Onna Fen, and I have served the counting house for twenty-two years, a toll paid in the slow...
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