The Golden Quest
The train hissed against the iron rails, a long, shuddering exhalation that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of twelve-year-old Elias’s bones. He stood at the window of the third-class carriage, his breath fogging the cold glass, watching the grey fields of the Midwest scroll by in a blur of mud and dead grass. In his pocket, the glass jar rattled softly. It held a single, perfect apple, golden...
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