The Golden Quest
The pain in your right hand is a dull, grinding ache that has become a constant companion, a second heartbeat you can no longer ignore. You are holding a baton, or what is left of it. The plastic is cracked, splintered where you slammed it against the skull of a man who did not stop moving. He is on the floor now, breathing hard, his eyes wide with a terror that is not for you but for the...
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