The Golden Quest
The calibration tool slipped from my fingers and struck the granite floor with a sound like a bone breaking. It wasn't a dramatic shatter. It was a dull, final click, the kind of silence that follows a gunshot in an empty theater. I stared at the blackened cylinder lying on its side, the gold-plated tip now a dull, scraped scar. It was a precision instrument, valued at more than my annual...
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