The Golden Quest
The first sign was the silence. It did not fall upon the town of Oakhaven like a fog, but it struck with the sudden, absolute finality of a guillotine blade. The birds ceased their morning chorus. The wind, which had always threaded through the pine trees with a whistling complaint, died in its tracks. Then came the light. It was not the warm, golden hue of the autumn afternoon that Margaret...
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