The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The rain had stopped. It left the cobblestones slick and black. I stood at the gate. My father waited inside. He did not look up. He was counting coins. They were gold. Heavy things. They clinked against the stone table. I held my bag. It was light. I felt the weight of the empty space inside me. "Go," he said. "Must I?" I asked. "Go." He did not look up. He did not see me. I am his shadow. I...

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