The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain hits the roof like a thousand tiny fists. You count them. One, two, three. It is the only way to keep the dark at bay. You sit in the corner of the cellar, your back against the damp stone. Your hands shake. Not from cold. From the hum. It lives in your bones now. A low, vibrating thrum that started three nights ago. Three nights since you found the shard. It lies in your pocket....

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