The Golden Quest
Meredith woke with dust in her mouth. It tasted of iron. It tasted of old books. The ceiling above her was cracked. A spiderweb hung in the corner. She lay still. The air was thick. It felt like wool. It felt like wet paper. She remembered the name. Julian. Julian Vance. He was gone. He had been gone for three years. But he was in the room. He was in the dust. She closed her eyes. The dream was...
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