The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The hall smells of roasted pork and stale beer. You sit at the long table. Your hands are steady. They are not yours. They belong to the man across from you. He is laughing. You are not. Look at the bird. It sits on the chair back. It is a golden wren. It glows. The light is soft. It hums. You hold it in your mind. It is heavy. It is warm. It is yours. Thomas looks up. His eyes are red....

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