The Golden Quest
The rain hammered against the slate roof of the infirmary, a relentless, percussive rhythm that matched the frantic beating of my own heart. I stood before the mirror, my hands trembling so violently that the silver frame blurred into a smear of grey light, and I watched the woman staring back at me with eyes that had seen too much of the world’s cold arithmetic. There was no makeup to hide the...
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