The Golden Quest
You stand in the corridor of the Whitehall Estate. The air is cold. It smells of wet stone and old wax. You are the new caretaker. The previous one, Arthur, is gone. He left a note. It said he could not stay. It said the house was hungry. You think he is mad. Or you think he is telling the truth. You do not know which is worse. The Director waits in the East Wing. The room is vast. The...
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