The Golden Quest
The letter lies on the table. It is heavy. The paper is thick. You know the seal. You know the ink. It is red. It is old. You do not open it. You have not opened it in ten years. The house is quiet. The rain taps against the glass. It is a steady rhythm. It is a dull sound. It fills the room. It drowns out the clock. The clock on the mantel stops. The pendulum hangs still. The dust settles. You...
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