The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The letter sat on the oak table. It was thin. It was white. It smelled of sulfur. Margaret did not open it. She knew the seal. She knew the weight. She had waited for it for thirty years. The room was cold. The fire had died. Ashes lay in the grate like snow. "Is it here?" The voice came from the door. Thomas stood in the frame. He held a tray. The cups were cold. "It is here," Margaret said....

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