The Golden Quest
The rain hammered the thatch. "Are you hurt?" Thomas asked. His voice was rough. Wet. Elias shook his head. No. He looked at his hands. They were red. Not with blood. With mud. But it looked like blood. Thomas knelt. He held Elias’s wrist. His grip was tight. Too tight. "Let go," Elias said. "I can’t." Thomas did not let go. He pulled Elias closer. The hut was small. Smoky. Dark. Outside, the...
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