The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The river was not a river. It was a vein. It pulsed under the mud of the town. It throbbed against the roots of the willows that lined the banks. The water was thick. It was golden. It moved slow. It moved heavy. Elara stood on the dock. Her boots sank. The mud grabbed her ankles. She did not pull away. She watched the light break on the surface. It was a light that did not belong to the sun....

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