The Golden Quest
Miles stood before the mirror in the small, damp room above the kitchen. The glass was clouded by age and lack of care. He did not see his own face clearly. He saw a shadow. He saw the hollows under his eyes. He saw the thinning hair. He saw the way his hands trembled, a slight, persistent shake that he could not stop. He turned away from the mirror. He put on his coat. It was a heavy thing,...
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