The Golden Quest
The fire roared. It ate the timber. It drank the wine. We drank too. We drank until the floor shook. We drank until the faces blurred. I held the cup. My hand did not shake. I was the keeper. I was the eye. I saw the smoke before it rose. I saw the death before the breath stopped. I held the key. I held the truth. "More wine," said Thomas. He was loud. He was red. He was alive. "Drink," I said....
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