The Golden Quest
The rain did not fall so much as it dissolved, a persistent and gray mist that clung to the windows of the St. Jude’s General Hospital ward, blurring the view of the industrial yard below where the smokestacks continued their endless, rhythmic exhalation into the sky. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the room, his spine rigid against the wall, watching his wife, Clara, struggle with the...
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