The Golden Quest
Margaret woke with the taste of rust in her mouth. The dream had been loud. It was a noise that pressed against her eardrums, a high-pitched whine that sounded like the furnace struggling to catch. In the dream, the furnace was a golden beast. It breathed fire. It was beautiful and it was hungry. She sat up in the narrow bed of the staff quarters. The walls were damp. The carpet was stained...
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