The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The glass was thin. That was the problem. It had always been thin. I sat in the high chair, the one that looked out over the valley, my hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had gone cold hours ago. The sun was setting. It painted the room in shades of bruised purple and deep, arterial red. I watched the light die on the floorboards. I counted the cracks. There were seven. I knew this because...

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