The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain hit the pavement in sheets. Gray. Cold. relentless. Elias ran. His lungs burned. His heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. He clutched the box to his chest. It was old. Worn. The leather handle was cracked. The stitching was frayed. It smelled of dust and something else. Something sweet. Rotting. He stopped at the alley entrance. Breathed. In. Out. In. Out. "Keep...

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