The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain hit the glass. It did not knock. It slapped. The tavern was dark. A single tallow candle flickered. It burned low. The wick wept. Thomas sat in the corner. He was a clerk. He wore a gray coat. The wool was thin. The cold bit through it. He held a ring. It was gold. It was heavy. It sat in his palm. It felt warm. It felt alive. He looked at the ring. He turned it. The light caught the...

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