The Golden Quest
The gavel fell like a heavy stone dropping into a well, the sound echoing with a finality that felt less like justice and more like a grave closing. I stood in the center of the marble floor, the cold seeping up through the soles of my shoes, and watched the judge, a man with a face carved from granite and impatience, look down at me with eyes that had seen too many men like me and believed...
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