The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain fell in sheets of grey iron, hammering against the high, arched windows of the Watchtower. It was a sound like a thousand small fists pounding against a door that would not open. I stood by the glass, my hand resting on the cold stone sill, feeling the vibration of the storm travel up through the floorboards and into my bones. My brother, Julian, stood behind me. He did not speak. He...

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