The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The air smells of iron and wet wool. You are cold. You are always cold now. The wind cuts through the coat. It is an old coat. It was brown once. Now it is the color of dried blood. You hold it tight against your chest. You do not let go. The train screeches. It stops. The doors open. A rush of people. They are heavy. They are loud. They push you. You stumble. You catch the doorframe. Your...

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