The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The seal was cold. It pressed against my thumb. A disc of lead. Black. Heavy. It bore no crest. No name. Only a single word, stamped in deep relief. *Remember.* I held it up to the candlelight. The wax had melted and reformed. A scar on the metal. I turned it over. The back was smooth. Featureless. I put it in my pocket. It weighed an anchor. I am a finder. I look for things lost. Not just...

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