The Golden Quest
The room is small. You know this. You have counted the floorboards. There are twelve across, nine down. You have mapped the cracks in the plaster like veins on an old hand. You are the keeper of this silence. You are the elder. You sit in the chair that faces the door. The door is shut. It has always been shut. Outside, the rain taps against the glass. A soft, persistent drumming. It sounds...
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