The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The champagne was warm. It tasted of copper and old ice. Margaret looked at the glass. She did not drink. She watched the bubbles rise. They were frantic little lives. They popped before they reached the top. "Drink," said Julian. He was standing behind her. His hand was on her shoulder. It was heavy. It was warm. It burned. "I am not thirsty." "You must drink. For the toast." Margaret turned....

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