The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The conference room smelled of stale coffee and ozone. It was a sterile scent. Margaret sat at the head of the table. The wood was cold under her palms. She looked at the screens. They were blank. The lights hummed. A low, electric buzz. It filled the silence. Outside, it was raining. The rain hit the glass. It made a soft, continuous hiss. Margaret watched the droplets. They raced down the...

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