The Golden Quest
I woke with the taste of copper and old dust on my tongue, the dream already dissolving like sugar in warm water, leaving behind only the persistent, humming ache in my left shoulder. It was a sensation I had carried for thirty years, a dull, rhythmic throb that lived beneath the skin, a constant reminder of the day the structure of my life had cracked. I am a man who has spent his life...
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