The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain hit the tin roof of the schoolhouse with a rhythmic, metallic hiss that sounded like static from a broken radio. You sat in the back row, your fingers wrapped around the cold iron handle of the bell pull, feeling the weight of the lever against your palm. It was a Tuesday in late October, the kind of day where the air felt thick with the smell of wet chalk and old paper. Mr. Hadley...

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