The Golden Quest
The rain has been falling on the city for three days, a relentless, grey sheet that blurs the edges of the streets and soaks into the bones of the old stone buildings until the air itself feels heavy and wet, and you are standing in the doorway of the precinct house, watching your father, Thomas, walk away from you, his back straight and rigid as a plank, his hands hanging loosely at his sides...
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