The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

Dreamt of the river. Not the water, but the bank. The dirt was wet and black. It clung to her shoes. Clara stood at the edge. The current pulled. She did not step in. She watched the mud slide away. It was gone. Clara woke. The hospital room was white. The light was thin. It cut across the floor. Her husband, Arthur, sat in the chair. He was asleep. His head rested on the armrest. His breathing...

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