The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The tower stands. It is old. The stone is cold. You climb. Your knees ache. The air is thin. It smells of dust. It smells of rot. It smells of you. You are Margaret. You are tired. The stairs are steep. The light is dim. A single window. A sliver of sky. Grey. Endless. You stop. You breathe. Your heart beats hard. Thud. Thud. Thud. It is a drum. It is a warning. You do not listen. You climb....

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