The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain did not fall. It struck. Each drop a small, cold hammer against the slate roof of the warehouse. Margaret stood by the window. The glass was fogged. Her breath created a circle. She wiped it away. The street below was empty. She held the ledger in her hands. The paper was thin. It felt fragile. Like skin. She turned a page. The numbers were red. They bled into the ink. Her fingers...

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