The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The letter arrived on a Tuesday. It was red. Not the bright red of a fire truck. Not the dull red of dried blood. It was the red of a bruise that has finally decided to show its hand. I held it in my fingers. The paper was thin. It felt like skin. My father’s name was on the front. In his handwriting. But he died three years ago. Or so I thought. The seal was wax. Black wax. It broke under my...

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