The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain hammered against the slate roof of the barracks, a relentless, industrial drumming that shook the dust from the high beams. I sat by the cold hearth, my hands wrapped around a mug of chicory coffee that had gone lukewarm an hour ago. Across the table, Sergeant Miller watched me with eyes that held the hollow, exhausted look of a man who had seen too many things and remembered too few....

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