The Golden Quest
Act I Woo-jin Jang remembered the weight of the silence better than the words his father had spoken in the final weeks. The old man’s right hand had withered into a claw of blackened sinew, a curse that had followed the family for three generations, passed down like a bad coin. Woo-jin left the village at dawn, the air sharp with the smell of coal smoke and wet stone, his own right hand already...
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