The Golden Quest
The storm broke the dam at midnight. Marek was awake. He lay in the narrow cot in the control room, his eyes open to the darkness. The water was not just coming. It was arriving. It was a wall of black and grey, roaring down the valley with a sound like the earth tearing itself apart. He stood up. His legs were weak. The coughing fit seized him, a jagged pain in his chest. He tasted blood. He...
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