The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The watch sat on the table. It was a brass thing, heavy and cold, its face cracked like a dried riverbed. I stared at it, feeling the weight of it in my hands even though I had not touched it in years. "You know what it means, Elias," said Miller. He did not look at me. He looked at the window, where the rain was beginning to streak the glass with grey tears. "It means you are done. It means...

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