The Golden Quest
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the valley and turned the world outside the window into a watercolor painting left out in the elements, and inside the house the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and the stale, metallic taste of old fear that clung to the back of the throat like a piece of unwelcome fruit. Margaret sat at the...
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