The Golden Quest
The rain hit the glass. It sounded like static. I sat in the corner. My chair was hard. The wood bit into my legs. I waited. The hospital room was white. The white was aggressive. It pressed against my eyes. I blinked. The white remained. My brother, Thomas, lay in the bed. He was thin. His skin was loose. It hung off his bones. I looked at his hands. They rested on the sheet. They were still....
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