The Golden Quest
You are waking up with the taste of iron and old dust in your mouth, and the dream is not quite gone, clinging to the back of your throat like a piece of unchewed bread. You are standing in the kitchen of the house you have lived in for forty years, the one with the peeling yellow paint and the windows that rattle when the wind picks up from the north, but the light coming through the panes is...
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