The Golden Quest
The ring was on my left hand. It was gold. It was warm. I looked at it for a long time. The stone was small. It was dark. It did not sparkle. It sat in the velvet box on my desk. The desk was wood. It was old. The wood was scarred. I touched the ring. My finger felt numb. The office was quiet. The clock ticked. The sound was loud. It was a metal sound. It was cold. I am a finder. I find things...
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