The Golden Quest

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2026-08-19 12:04:01 -

The Golden Quest

I wake in a field of silver grass. The air tastes of iron and old rain. I am still wearing the uniform. The buttons are tight against my ribs. They cut. I do not move. I cannot move. The sky is the color of a bruise. Purple. Swollen. It does not blink. It just watches. There is a bird on the branch above me. It is small. Black. It has one eye. The eye is white. Like a pearl. Like a tooth. It...

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