The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain hammered the slate roof of the orphanage. It was a cold, industrial drumming, a relentless beat that matched the thudding in Margaret’s chest. She sat on the edge of her cot, her hands resting in her lap. They were bare, pale, and trembling. To anyone else, they were just hands. To Margaret, they were weapons. They were the reason she existed. They were the reason she was here, locked...

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