The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

Mara dreamed of water. It was not the clear, cool water of a mountain spring, but a thick, amber sludge that coated the tongue and filled the lungs. In the dream, she was standing in a white room with no doors, only windows that looked out onto a gray, featureless field. The water rose. It reached her ankles, her knees, her waist. It was warm. It smelled of iron and old tea. She tried to speak,...

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