The Golden Quest
The alarm did not ring; it screamed, a jagged tear in the fabric of the quiet morning that had wrapped around my house like a wool blanket woven from silence and safety. I was awake before the sound fully registered, my body a conduit for the shock, my hands already reaching for the cold steel of the service pistol that rested on the nightstand, a familiar weight that felt less like a tool and...
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