The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain hit the window like a handful of gravel. It was the third week of the siege. Not a military siege, but the quiet kind. The kind that happens inside the walls of the mind when the body fails to keep up. I sat at my desk in the infirmary of St. Jude’s Asylum. The walls were stone, cold and weeping with damp. My uniform was clean. It had been clean for three days. My hands were shaking....

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