The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The dream was wet. It was always wet. I woke to the smell of rotting hay and the sound of my own breathing, shallow and quick, in the dark of the cellar. Outside, the rain hammered against the thatch of the roof, a relentless drumming that seemed to beat in time with the pulse in my temples. I pulled the wool blanket tighter. It smelled of mildew and old sweat. It smelled like the house. It...

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