The Golden Quest
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the old town square into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the tired faces of the few who still wandered about. Margaret stood by the window of her small, cramped apartment on the second floor, watching the water race down the glass in thin, frantic lines, her hands wrapped around a mug of tea that...
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