The Golden Quest
The bell tower stood alone. It was a skeleton of stone. Wind gnawed the mortar. Cain sat on the steps. His back ached. He looked up. The spire pierced the gray sky. It did not move. He waited. He had come for the gold. Or so he told himself. The town was dead. Not dead. Just waiting. The houses leaned in. They watched him. Cain rubbed his eyes. They were dry. Sand burned them. He remembered the...
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