The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The frost on the windowpane has not melted. It is still there, a white lace curtain that blurs the gray street outside. You sit in the chair by the stove. The fire is low. You feed it. You do not speak. You are old. Your hands are gnarled things, like the roots of the oak tree that stands in the town square. That tree is still there. It has been there for a hundred years. It will be there for a...

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