The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The air in the cargo bay smelled of ozone and stale coffee, a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of Leo’s throat. He stood by the open ramp, his boots scuffing against the riveted aluminum floor, watching the rain lash against the fuselage of the decommissioned C-17. It was a Tuesday in November, the kind of grey, wet afternoon that made the world feel like it was slowly dissolving into...

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