The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The feast was a riot of silver and bone china. The air smelled of roast goose and old money. Eleanor sat at the head of the table, her hand resting on her daughter’s wrist. She gripped hard. Too hard. Lily looked up. Her eyes were wide. Bright. Unafraid. "Mother," Lily said. The voice was soft. A whisper in a storm. Eleanor released her grip. The skin on Lily’s wrist was pale. Cold. The room...

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