The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a heavy, gray veil that blurred the edge of the world and the center of my lungs. I was on my knees in the mud of the churchyard, the wet earth seeping into the thin wool of my trousers, pressing against skin that had turned the color of old parchment. My hands, trembling with a chill that had nothing to do with the autumn wind, were buried...

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