The Golden Quest

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2026-08-19 06:39:25 -

The Golden Quest

The rain had stopped, but the air in Millhaven still held the smell of wet slate and dying coal. You stood at the edge of the platform, your coat buttoned to the chin, watching the steam curl from the vents of the old locomotive that would take you away. In your hands, you held a small, rough-hewn box of cedar. Inside, resting on a bed of dried lavender, lay the final page of your...

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