The Golden Quest
Chapter One I have counted the hours since the light first touched the bone, and the count is honest, even if the vote was bought. I woke in the damp cellar, the air heavy with the smell of wet wool and old paper, to find my left hand fused to the shard. It was not a dream, though it began as one, a recurring haze of gold that had plagued me for three nights. The shard was part of the...
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